((Thank you Hattoripool for the suggestion!))

Rojo leaned against a wall in the alley, arms crossed, her grey and crimson armor catching glints of the city lights filtering in. She looked you up and down with an appraising glare, like a predator assessing potential. Her face had that familiar smirk—a blend of cockiness and disdain. This was how Rojo operated: no-nonsense, a loose cannon always searching for her next opportunity.

—So. She drawled, her voice laced with a hint of menace.

— Word is, you know your way around a fight.

She took a step forward, boots clanking on the rough pavement. The graffiti-covered walls and the distant hum of the city gave the meeting an edgy, underground vibe. Rojo never dealt with recruitment in boardrooms; she preferred the grittier side of things.

— The Negative 10's putting together a little... team. We could use someone with your skills. She paused, her eyes narrowing.

The dangers of joining forces with the Negative 10, much less with Rojo, were beyond obvious; dangerous. However, the allure of a challenge like this could similarly present its own temptations.

— Course, joining up means you follow orders. You’ve gotta have what it takes to bring down some powerful targets.