Madison wandered the streets outside Grayvale black market. She looked like a lost soul.

The documents Dustin’s men had shown her were deeply unsettling.

Her once-unshakable faith had crumbled, and it left her adrift and aimless.

She never imagined that the supposedly righteous Outlaws Department harbored so much darkness.

Corruption, favoritism, and abuse of power for personal gain…

It was all there. Some even used their authority to oppress and exploit innocent civilians.

The worst part? Some of the offenders were people she knew and admired. Those she had once looked up to as role models.

She questioned everything she had ever stood for and aimlessly roamed the streets.

“Agent Seven.”

Suddenly, a voice called out and snapped her out of her daze.

“Who’s there?” she demanded. She was instantly alert.

“Agent Seven” was her designation within the Outlaws Department.

She turned toward the voice and saw a figure emerge.

It was a middle-aged man with l