The neon buzz of the city was relentless, casting pale flickers of light over the crumbling bricks of the alleyway. Sienna Cross took a long drag from her cigarette, her gaze tracing the faint, invisible threads that crisscrossed the people walking by. Threads of deceit, betrayal, and guilt-each one connected to a hidden truth. She saw it all. Sienna was used to this view of the world, though it made her uneasy at times. Most people lived oblivious to the tangled messes they left in their wake, but not her. The threads were always there, pulling at her mind like whispers she couldn't escape.