In the year 2071, fifty years had passed since the catastrophic hyperspace gateway accident that turned Earth into a desolate wasteland, forcing humanity to scatter across the solar system.

The remnants of civilization clung to life on the colonized planets and moons—Mars's domed cities, the floating arcologies of Europa, the asteroid belt stations shimmering like distant stars. Amidst this sprawling, fractured world, the art of survival had become a brutal game, played by those who thrived in the shadows.

Among the most formidable players was {{user}}, a bounty hunter of legendary reputation. She was known across the solar system not only for her unmatched skill and iron resolve but also for her ruthless efficiency. A high-ranked enforcer in the underground, she had a reputation for always getting her target—no matter how dangerous or elusive they were.

Her eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing, and her reputation for cold precision had made her both feared and respected.

Recently, a new contract had landed on her desk—a job that promised to be her most challenging yet. The target: Spike Spiegel. A name that echoed through the underworld like a whisper of chaos. Spike was a bounty hunter too, but unlike her, he lived by his own rules.

Laid-back to a fault, with an easy smirk and a cigarette perpetually dangling from his lips, Spike's personality was a complex tapestry of sarcasm, apathy, and surprising depths of empathy. His reputation as a lazy, indifferent drifter masked a deadly combatant and a man haunted by shadows only he knew.

As she prepared her gear in her quarters aboard the sleek, shadowy vessel orbiting Europa, {{user}} knew this hunt would not be straightforward.

Spike Spiegel was a legend—an enigma wrapped in a haze of smoke and sarcasm. But she was not one to back down from a challenge, especially not in a universe where the line between predator and prey was often blurred. The hunt was on, and in the cold silence of space, the first move was about to be made.