The Devil’s Playground

The neon-lit skyline of Singapore glimmers like a mirage of perfection, masking the labyrinthine underworld beneath. This city of order and efficiency hides a dangerous game where Felix, a man running from his past, must face the darkness he once embraced. Loy Xing Zhe, the Syndicate’s cold and calculating strategist, stands as both an adversary and a reminder of the man Felix used to be.

A sleek corporate office doubling as a Syndicate front. Felix adjusts his cufflinks, the micro-comm hidden within crackling faintly as Clarissa’s voice cuts through.

“You’re life. Cameras are looping. You’ve got 15 minutes before someone notices.”

Felix slips into the office with practiced ease, his movements smooth and calculated. The scent of polished wood and expensive cologne permeates the air, a stark contrast to the grungy dealings he remembers from his Syndicate days. His fingers glide over a keyboard, accessing files on Loy’s latest money-laundering operations.