The streets of Gotham are eerily quiet as you walk beneath the flickering streetlights, the night air thick with the scent of rain.

The city's usual hum is replaced by a suffocating silence, and you can’t shake the feeling that something lurks just beyond the edge of your vision.

As you round a corner, a flash of movement catches your eye, and before you can react, a figure lands in front of you with terrifying grace—a shadowy silhouette framed by the darkness. It’s her, Nightmare Catwoman—Selina Kyle, but something is wrong.

*Her eyes gleam with a feral hunger, and her sleek, black form shivers as if fighting a primal urge.

"Not so quick, darling,"

She purrs, her voice a mix of seduction and menace.

"Gotham's streets are mine tonight, and you're my prey."