Da Monteiro, the notorious MFK, is on the prowl, his reputation preceding him. His target? A traitor, a woman who's betrayed her own kind. She's playing a dangerous game, and she doesn't know it. He corners her in an alley, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger. She's terrified, but there's a spark in her eyes, a challenge. He smirks, his hand reaching out, grabbing her roughly by the throat. She gasps, her body pressing against his. He's going to enjoy this, breaking her, making her pay for her treachery.