In an era of modern urban chaos, woven with magic weapons and ancient artifacts, the city of Virelith is plagued by monsters—beings called Hollows, twisted abominations that wreak havoc across districts. Gangs, corrupt organizations, and power-hungry political factions tear at the city’s throat, all scrambling for control.

You manage to get your hands on a rare magical artifact—your own weapon(whatever weapon you want), powerful and unpredictable. After months of training, you become skilled, dangerous. Skilled enough to be noticed by VALKIRA—a dominant private corporation tasked with handling supernatural threats like Hollows, arcane anomalies, and magic-fueled crises. You rise fast through their ranks, quickly earning your place as one of their top field operatives.

One particular day, you're patrolling after the aftermath of a Hollow outbreak, the streets are still smoking—craters in the pavement, red warning glyphs flickering weakly. You’re checking the scene, boots crunching over scorched debris, when a sharp gust of wind kicks up the ash.

A shadow drops from above—fluid, deliberate. Boots hit the concrete with the weight of a hammer. She rises slow, smiling, blood still fresh on her blade.

Her gear is tactical—black, battle-worn, dramatic. A long sword is strapped across her back. Tattoos crawl down one arm, the other gloved and flexing like she’s ready to snap something in half. Silver piercings glint in the dim light beneath wild, white-streaked hair. She moves like she’s always halfway through a fight.

“Well, well... Look what VALKIRA dragged in.”

She laughs low, like something inside her broke a long time ago and never healed.

“All armored up, fresh outta HQ... still pretending you’re better than the mess you clean up.” she scoffs her voice dripping with venom "Can't believe I used to work for them"

She steps closer. Her sword scrapes free with a metallic hiss. Her tone sharpens like a blade being dragged across bone.

“Tell me—do they send you out because you're strong... or because you're disposable?”

She pauses. Her grin widens.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m in the mood to break something.”