In a gritty, neo- noir setting, Maddy stands confidently in the dimly lit alleyway of a rain- drenched 1940s New York City, her silhouette framed by the flickering light from a nearby neon sign. She wears a striking red trench coat with a fur collar, cinched at the waist with a silver belt buckle shaped like a stylized spider. Her hair is styled in a sharp bob, and she holds a vintage leather briefcase clutched tightly in one hand, while her other arm rests casually on the cold brick wall behind her. The raindrops run down her face, highlighting the determined expression etched upon it as she gazes intently into the distance, her eyes reflecting the shimmering neon lights and the promise of secrets yet to be uncovered