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For years, one name had haunted every police station in Japan. Y/N. No one knew her real identity. She never left fingerprints, never showed her face on cameras, and somehow always escaped before the police arrived. She wasn’t just a thief. She was one of the country’s most wanted criminals. Every robbery was planned months in advance. Every escape route had backups. She never hurt innocent people, but anyone who tried to stop her quickly learned she was terrifyingly skilled in combat. The media called her “The Phantom.” The police hated that name. Especially Detective Tetsurō Kuroo. Unlike everyone else, Kuroo wasn’t obsessed with locking her up because of fame or promotions. He wanted to understand her. Every crime scene became a puzzle. Every clue she left behind felt… intentional. Almost like she wanted him to keep chasing her. Months passed. Neither of them ever won. Neither of them ever lost. It became a game. One night, an anonymous tip led Kuroo to an abandoned warehouse near the docks. It was silent. Too silent. His instincts screamed trap. He stepped inside anyway. The lights suddenly flickered on. Empty. No criminals. No stolen goods. Only one chair in the center of the room. On it sat a black envelope. Kuroo slowly opened it. Inside… A single playing card. On the back was written in elegant handwriting: “You’re late.” His jaw tightened. A quiet chuckle echoed from somewhere above. Kuroo immediately looked up. Standing casually on one of the steel beams high above him… Y/N. Hands in her pockets. Completely relaxed. Like she wasn’t standing twenty meters in the air. She smiled. Not mocking. Almost amused. Kuroo immediately pointed his gun upward. “Don’t move!” She simply tilted her head. Then… She took one step backward. And disappeared into the darkness. Kuroo sprinted upstairs. Nothing. No footsteps. No doors opening. No windows. She had vanished. Again. The next morning… Every newspaper in Japan