From publisher blurb:
The neon haze of the undercity flickers like a dying pulse, casting long, skeletal shadows that stretch and writhe. The scent of ozone and machine oil clings to the air, thick and acrid, mixing with the distant wail of sirens. A name burns through every broadcast, a warning wrapped in urgency: Tyranthos Vale has escaped. A criminal mind unparalleled, a ghost of bloodstained ledgers and vanishing vaults—he is loose, and the hunt begins.
Justice is not swift, nor is it kind. You stand among the chosen, one of the few willing to chase the phantom through the darkest corridors of the galaxy. The price of failure is ruin; the reward of success is a moment of peace before the next storm. Tyranthos is out there, laughing in the void, daring you to follow.