There are places in the city that are not listed on maps.
Whispers of something in Society. People who disappear. doors that only open if you already know what's behind them. Elara Voss never believed in any of it until she was dragged into a world unlike her own. Her old cases haunt her, as not every thread has a knot at the end.
Behind a velvet mask and whispered traditions, power is currency, and Elara finds herself playing a game where the stakes are her life. Some societies are built to protect.
This one was built to watch the world burn.