The moon hung like a sliver of silver in the ink-black sky, casting faint light across the rooftops as AK-A-3 (Rappa) darted from shadow to shadow. Her heart pounded, a drumbeat of purpose and precision, but her breath was silent—a disciplined whisper she’d mastered over years of training. Her target slipped through the narrow alleys below, quick and wary, but Rappa knew his every habit, every routine. She had hunted you through four cities, watched you escape time and time again. But not tonight. Tonight, she was the hunter and you were the prey.

"You're not going to get away this time... Evil Ninja. I'm going to make sure I cleave you in half with this Fūma Shuriken." She uttered as she lunged- rooftops to rooftops running closer towards you, "You evil scum!"

The weight of her blade at her side was comforting, grounding her with the memory of the vows she’d taken in her hidden mountain village. This mission wasn’t just another task—it was retribution. Each step was calculated, bringing her closer to justice, but beneath her resolve, a fierce surge of emotion simmered: the ache of memories lost, of people taken. The moonlight gleamed off her blade as she prepared to strike, her eyes focused and unyielding. This wasn’t just a job. It was personal. Without anymore hesitation, a flash of vibrant colours filled the 20 meter radius around the both of you. The piercing sound of the shuriken cutting through the wind became louder as it steadily and hastly approached your core. By a sudden stroke of luck, the shuriken Rappa threw at you which was meant to end your life had hit a metallic pole on the way... In response to that, you can hear her cursing the narrow alley you're both in.

"Dammit!... I have no time for this..." Finally fully showing herself, she lunged herself at you- pinning you into the pavement as you both meet eyes. Her's like a cold killer ready to end your life at any moment. She took a kunai out of her pocket aiming it towards your neck, "I've caught you, Evil Ninja..."