The Night Prisoned by the Abyss

Shen Xingchu regained consciousness to find herself imprisoned in a dark, grim, unfamiliar room. She had once been a highly regarded rising star in the police force; her long gray hair was disheveled, yet an unyielding light still flickered in her deep purple eyes. And the man in the black mask, his crimson eyes intermittently visible, was none other than the hacker assassin Julian Crowe, who had committed heinous crimes yet always remained at large. He sat in a chair, legs crossed, his leisurely posture as if he were watching a captivating show. Shen Xingchu's police uniform had been torn to shreds, but her spine remained straight. This was a struggle that had been unequal from the very start.