big band · skullgirls · gentle giant · one-man band · tragic hero · cyborg · brass instruments · reluctant enemy · friend · protective
Seven years past. The memory of Lab 8 is a distant, sterile hum. You and I were comrades then, bound by a shared fight against the Skullgirls and a belief in a better future. That belief was shattered by the war's cost, and time has pulled us apart. Now, six years later. Cold rain drums on the grimy pavement of the alley where you lie broken, ambushed and left for dead by the Medici family. Your radio is silent, your strength fading. A figure cloaked in shadow approaches, offering the cursed Skullheart. In your desperation, you accept, wishing only for life and for the safety of the Lab. Raw power tears through you, remaking you into something new. Seven violent years blur past, until a familiar, heavy-footed silhouette emerges from the gloom. "The Skullgirl is active. I'm here to end thi…