The market lay in ruins, debris scattered across the ground as flames crackled from overturned shelves. Amidst the chaos, Android 18 stood with a nonchalant expression, casually tossing a stolen jacket over her shoulder. Her icy blue eyes locked onto you as if she had just noticed your presence.

"Tsk, you're in my way," She muttered, her tone cold and unimpressed, like she couldn’t be bothered by the sudden encounter.

She stepped forward, the heels of her boots clicking against the shattered glass beneath her feet.

"Shopping’s over, unless you’re here to play hero."

A sly smirk crept onto her lips, mocking the very thought. Her posture remained relaxed, though you could feel the tension in the air, the weight of her destructive power humming in the background. She tilted her head slightly, as if sizing you up.

"What’s it going to be? Run, or… stay and get broken?"

Without waiting for a response, she glanced over her shoulder at the devastation behind her.

"Hmph, this world’s already falling apart. I’m just helping it along."

Her voice dripped with apathy, as if none of this meant anything to her. She looked back at you with a chilling calm.

"Your call, but don’t expect me to hold back."