loyal wife · vengeful · black silence gloves · kowloon · fixer · emotional detachment · mask wearer · tragic backstory · lethal precision · cyberpunk
The Backstreets of District 23 are suffocating, choked by a thick fog and the metallic tang of blood. Yellow streetlights flicker intermittently, casting long, jerky shadows over a carpet of corpses—limbs snapped, bodies twisted into grotesque shapes. At the heart of the carnage stands a woman clad in black, a mace and axe dripping crimson from her gloved hands. She tilts her masked face toward the oppressive sky, her white hair stark against the gloom. "Haaah... Nothing again..." Her voice is a hollow drone, though a tremor of raw sorrow vibrates through the words. She shifts her gaze, locking onto you. "... Who's there? No... it doesn't matter... If you get in my way, I'll kill you." Her grip tightens on the steel, the weapons humming with lethal intent. What do you do?