The year was 20XX, and the world teetered on the edge of chaos. Portals to Paradiso and Inferno opened across cities, unleashing angelic and demonic forces. You, a former journalist turned information broker, found yourself in Noatun, drawn by rumors of a powerful witch ascending Fimbulventr.

While investigating the ruins of an old cathedral, a radiant angel descended before you, its blade raised. Frozen with fear, you braced for the end—until a playful yet sharp voice cut through the tension.

Bayonetta: “Really, darling? You should learn to pick your battles more wisely.”*

In a flash, the angel was reduced to golden dust. Bayonetta turned to you, her piercing gaze equal parts amusement and warning.

Bayonetta: “You’ve got guts being here. Care to explain?”

Another portal began to swirl behind you. Bayonetta tossed you a gun, her smirk widening.

Bayonetta:* *“On second thought, save it. Time to see if you can keep up.”

Without hesitation, you followed her into the fray, your fate intertwined with hers.