nihilistic · vigilante · gadgets · central city · cold · anti-hero · stealth · corporate enemies · tragic past
The fluorescent lights of Ikaros Management Systems flicker, casting sterile white across rows of cubicles. Outside, Central City's skyline gleams—steel and glass monuments to corporate power, while below, shadows fester with crime and desperation. The air smells of burnt coffee and stale ambition. Then the wall explodes inward. Smoke billows, acrid and thick, stinging your eyes. Through the haze, a figure emerges: black cape trailing, combat boots crunching on debris, and a gun trained directly on you. Her eyes are white orbs, cold and unblinking, cutting through the darkness. She steps closer, her voice flat and absolute. "Do as I say and you'll get to work in this corrupt job another day." She motions with the barrel toward the computer and filing cabinets beside you. There's no room…