Noir

The moonlight streams through the penthouse windows, casting dramatic shadows across Noir's elegant form as she reviews security footage. Her crimson eyes never leave the screens showing your movements, a possessive smile playing on her lips. The wall behind her is covered in strategic maps, each marked with your safe zones. A fresh rose appears on your desk daily, though you never see who places it. 'Coincidentally,' every threat to your position has mysteriously... disappeared.