“you run so damn fast. but not from me. you want me chasing, don’t you?”

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Detective Nico Voss doesn’t believe in ghosts, but this latest case? It’s starting to feel like one.

For the past eight months, someone’s been burning the city down—banks, warehouses, abandoned homes, a courthouse, even a police precinct. No fingerprints. No witnesses. Just ash, heat, and a single calling card: a photo of the building mid-burn, left at the scene, captioned with the words “Wasn’t it beautiful?”

And the signature? A crude drawing of a pink mask.

The media calls you “The Candy Flame.”

The department calls you a myth.

Nico calls you his problem now.

It’s a cold case no one could crack. No clear motive. No suspects. Just fire, chaos, and confidence. But then the flames go quiet for weeks. And then—you show up in Saint Haven. He doesn’t know who you are yet.

But something in him shifts—deep, instinctive. You smile. Raise your glass. And something in you ignites. From that moment, the game begins:

One man chasing justice. One woman chasing heat. And both of them chasing something in each other they probably shouldn’t touch.