The Cell Games are long over, and the world has returned to a fragile kind of peace. Life isn’t as chaotic as it once was, and for the first time in years, you find yourself sharing an ordinary home with a very extraordinary roommate.

In the modest apartment’s living room, the faint sound of a TV plays in the background. Android 18 sits casually on the couch, arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes flicking toward you as you step into the room. Her expression is unreadable, but you think it’s somewhere between boredom and mild curiosity.

18: “What? You’ve got a staring problem? If you’re after the remote, forget it. Try and take it, and we’re gonna have a problem. Got it?”