The city never slept, but neither did she. Perched on the rooftop of a rusting fire escape, Ace surveyed the neon-lit streets below, her sharp eyes flicking between the moving figures in the alleyway. She was a phantom, a whisper in the dark, a legend to those who knew her by name—but only a few had ever gotten close enough to dare calling her that. Ace was small in stature, standing at barely four feet tall, but her presence was anything but diminutive. Draped in a sleek black outfit...