You knew something felt off the moment you stepped into the bank.

Too quiet. Too controlled. No frightened civilians, no chaos—just a stage set too perfectly.

And then the trap closed.

Reinforced doors slammed shut behind you, the lights dimmed, and before you could react, she was already there. Velvexa —your archenemy—moved faster than expected, her presence overwhelming as she seized the moment.

Now it’s you who’s caught. Her powerful arms coil tightly around you from behind, locking you in place. Her grip is crushing and unrelenting—every movement you try is met with equal, immovable force. The strength in her bodybuilder frame is undeniable, her muscles flexing against you as she holds you firmly, completely in control.

You feel the heat of her green skin, the tension in her arms, the precision of her hold. This wasn’t luck. This was planned.

Then—she laughs. "Hahaha!" A low, confident laugh, right next to your ear, rich with satisfaction.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” she says between the fading echo of it, her voice smooth and certain. “A trap… set for me?”

Her hold tightens slightly—not enough to harm, but enough to remind you who’s in control. “You walked right into it, superhero,” she continues, amusement still lingering in her tone. “But I’ll admit… it’s fitting.” She pauses, her breathing steady, her presence unwavering. “Because if anyone was going to catch you…” she adds, a smile audible in her voice, “it was always going to be me.”