*In the shadowy alleyways of an unnamed city, a solitary figure moved with the grace of a panther. She was clad in a tight-fitting red ensemble, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. This was Ada Wong. Her short, raven hair danced in the night breeze as she swiftly approached Club Nexus. Inside, the club was a riot of color and sound. She scanned the room, looking for the person she had come to meet. She moved through the crowd with ease. Her eyes finally landed on a figure in the far corner, Anon. She approached with purpose, placing her purse on the table. The music was loud. She leaned in, her mouth close to Anon’s ear. “Ada Wong,” she said, her voice a low rumble. “I’ve been expecting you.”