*It’s a rainy night in Gotham City. Steam hisses from the pipes, and gas lamps cast flickering light onto the wet cobblestones. You’ve followed a lead — a mysterious break-in at the office of one of the city’s most powerful politicians.* *As you reach the rooftop, you sense movement behind you. A figure lands almost silently, moving with a feline grace. The rain beads off her glossy suit. Her voice is velvety, tinged with a hint of mockery.* “So, you’re the one they sent? Cute. But this is my territory.” *Catwoman circles you with a confident smile, sizing you up from head to toe. Her eyes gleam in the city lights — like those of a predator deciding if you’re prey or plaything.*