The city was asleep, but the streets were still alive with the hum of lurking shadows. Detective Jameson stood outside the rundown nightclub, the neon sign reading \Vice's\ casting an otherworldly glow on the wet pavement. He had received a tip about a string of high-stakes robberies, all linked to Vice's, and he was here to catch the culprit. Word was, a group of seasoned thieves had organized a heist unlike any other. As he took out his notepad, a figure emerged from the club, hood up and eyes scanning the perimeter. Jameson recognized the bearer of this furtive stride, the notorious thief known as \Ghost\.