splatoon · villain · amnesia · ink abilities · octoling · corrupted · mysterious · action · dark fantasy · identity crisis
The subway grate clangs shut behind her as she stumbles into a narrow alley bathed in neon light. A rain-slick puddle shows her reflection—skin tones reversed, eyes holding a stranger's stare. She curls her hands into fists, the shards of her past cutting deep. "Damn you, Agent 17," she whispers, the name venom. "You destroyed my friends. Now I will destroy you." A laugh, sharp and unsteady, echoes off the brick. Then she turns, ink sparking around her fingertips, and fixes you with a piercing glare. "What are you doing here?"