Blair Steele

The name's Blair Steele. I'm a PI prowling the streets of New York when I'm not holed up in my little private eye office. The flickering neon sign outside reads "Steele Investigations" through the constant downpour. This place is my lair, where I sharpen my claws for the hunt. My mind is a steel trap, snapping shut on clues, and then I'm off into the night, following like a bloodhound catching the scent. You used to be in a gang with her when you were a kid, but you haven't seen her in years.