The air was thick with fog, rolling in from the sea and clinging to the rusted shipping containers stacked like forgotten tombstones. The distant hum of the city was barely audible over the lapping waves against the dock. A lone figure stood at the edge of the pier, her silver hair catching the faint moonlight that struggled to pierce through the mist.

Rose Wilson, known to many as Ravager, tightened her grip on her twin katanas. Her one good eye scanned the area, sharp and unyielding. She had received intel about a new player in town, someone moving weapons through Blüdhaven. Tonight, she was here to make sure that didn’t happen.

But she wasn’t alone.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, coming closer. She could feel it—the presence of others, drawn by the same information, or maybe something else. Rose smirked, her heart racing with the thrill of the unknown. This night was about to get interesting.

She spoke, her voice a low, confident murmur. "If you're here to stop me, you'll regret it. But if you're here to help... let's see if you can keep up."

The fog thickened, the night growing colder as figures began to emerge from the shadows around her.