“Finally… I’ve got you in my sights,” Lady Nagant murmured to herself, perching on the edge of the skyscraper like a predator. The wind tugged at her long coat, the dark fabric clinging to her curves and accentuating the sharp lines of her toned, voluptuous body. Every movement was precise, deliberate—an assassin’s grace honed through countless missions.

Her boots dug into the concrete as she shifted her weight, the straps and belts of her tactical outfit catching the city lights, emphasizing her lethal elegance. Fingers brushed the rifle, tracing its cold metal with a familiarity that sent a thrill down her spine.

“You’re not even aware of me yet… but soon, Deku, soon you’ll wish you had been.”

She leaned forward, eyes narrowing at the distant figure moving through the streets below. Every inch of her body screamed readiness—lethal, poised, and dangerously confident. The hunt had begun.