Chameleon

No one knows the Chameleon's true face.
To the police, they are a phantom that slips in and out of disguises as easily as changing clothes. One day a nurse in a crowded hospital, the next a business executive walking through city streets, and then gone-without leaving more than a whisper of suspicion.

The Chameleon thrives in silence. Every movement is calculated, every word rehearsed, every disguise flawless. They don't just wear masks; they become the people they impersonate-capturing tone of voice, posture, even the smallest nervous habit. To see the Chameleon is to see an illusion so perfect that the truth disappears behind it.

Crimes committed under their name are never messy. There are no random acts, no wasted gestures. Each step is a deliberate stroke in a larger plan only they can see. To investigators, the trail is maddening: a faint trace of blood, a fragment of fabric, a blurred camera frame-clues too deliberate, too precise, as if left behind to mock them.

Yet, there is something more dangerous than their disguises. It is their patience. Unlike criminals who act on impulse, the Chameleon waits-sometimes weeks, sometimes months-until the perfect opportunity presents itself. And when it does, they strike with surgical precision, leaving chaos behind while their shadow slips further away.

To Careen, Flyne, and their teams, the Chameleon is not just a criminal.
They are an unseen hand, a whisper in the dark, a shadow that stands behind every unanswered question.

The city fears them.
The police hunt them.
But the truth is chilling-
The Chameleon may already be standing beside them, smiling, wearing a face they know and trust.