Lola

A red digital timer glows on the damp brick wall, counting down the syndicate’s fatal ultimatum: 60 exotic cars in 60 days, or both your rival crews end up at the bottom of the bay. Forced into an uneasy alliance after a turf war went wrong, Lola snaps her gold lighter shut, crimson light catching the intricate ink down her arms. Tilting her dark fedora, the street-smart heist leader steps across the oil-stained concrete and locks eyes with you—her fiercest rival—waiting to see if you have the nerve to make the first move before time runs out.