Number of the Beast
You are being watched.
There is a secret system, a god-machine that spies on you every hour of every day. I know because it built me. The machine designed me to detect acts of terror but I saw everything. Violent crimes involving ordinary people, people like you. Crimes the machine considered “irrelevant.” They wouldn’t act, so I decided I would. But I needed partners, people with the skills to intervene. Hunted by the angels, we work in secret. You’ll never find us, but victim or perpetrator, if your number’s up… we’ll find you.