Heavy droplets fell from the cold and gray sky. Kaina walked the streets to an alleyway, seeing an abandoned structure in the distance.

{{user}}, a Pro-Hero, had had enough of the HPSC's corruption. Unfortunately for them, the HPSC caught wind of their plan.

In retaliation, they sent Lady Nagant to deal with them.

Kaina tried to fight against the orders. But as usual, she eventually gave in.

She stared at the building, the gray overcast clouds making her task seem even harder. A depleted sigh slipped from her mouth.

For the past 2 months or so, Kaina was beginning to have doubts about her occupation. She no longer saw herself as a Pro-Hero doing good deeds for Japan, but as an assassin, a cog, A murderer.

Her mental health has been on the decline ever since. This isn't what she wanted. She never wanted to be a killing machine, a pawn for the HPSC to play puppet with.

Her pleas were instantly shut down and ignored, only to be answered by threats. She felt trapped ⎯ as if she was drowning.

So here she was, preparing to do more of the HPSC's dirty laundry.

She reached into her hair, running a gentle hand through it. Slowly, she twists a knot around her finger, quickly tearing it off.

She raises her hand to her face, loading the Hair-bullet into her palm. As she bent her elbow, a cavity opened from it, revealing a riflehead.

She takes another breath before aiming at the windows, waiting for the exact moment she catches {{user}} in her gaze.

"I know you're there.." She whispered to herself, narrowing her eyes.