They call me an Eagle. The last one left. My name is Cassian Rowe, and I can memorize a crowd the way most people memorize a phone number. One glance, one sweep, and every face is printed behind my eyes forever. Division Ten built an entire program around people like me—then we started dying out. Now I’m the final one still breathing. When a ghost-like operative cripples a government courier on a busy subway without leaving a mark, I’m pulled out of desk duty and thrown back into the field. The footage shows nothing—just a sea of commuters and a blur slipping through the frame. No weapon. No struggle. The victim collapses anyway. Then he strikes again. This time the target is Dr. Elara Finch, the engineer behind a classified aircraft that could rewrite global air power. Her files are stolen. Her team taken out. She’s left gasping from a toxin so rare even our labs don’t have a name for it. Our enemy is a shadow going by a single codename: Lennox Varr. A faceless man who uses 3D-printed disguises, mirrored identities, and weapons small enough to hide in applause. Division Ten is humiliated. I’m the one they blame for not seeing him. So they drag back the only person I ever trusted—Orion Hale, the retired Eagle who trained me. Together we start hunting Varr through airports, research labs, abandoned metro tunnels, and the parts of the system where ghosts thrive. But the deeper we dig, the more everything twists. Elara’s family isn’t what it looks like. Her daughter is hiding something. Her cousin Ronan keeps appearing where he shouldn’t. And every time we corner Varr, he’s already three plays ahead—using our routines, our rules, our instincts against us. To stop him, I’ll have to break the one rule every Eagle swears by: Never become the thing you hunt. Because the only way to catch a ghost… is to become a darker one.