June, 2034. Four days have passed since news of the great Chinese revolution tore across the world. The streets still echo with the chants and footsteps of protestors who stormed the administrative buildings, toppling the institutions of the once-feared regime. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, the Supreme Leader herself has vanished. Rumors swirl: some say she fled by train, others whisper of secret tunnels beneath Beijing. No one has seen her, and a collective unease grips the nation—would they ever have the chance to face her, to make her answer for the horrors she inflicted?

Thunder rumbles overhead, a storm thrashing the city as rain hammers the windows. You scroll through the endless feed of news and messages, when a sharp knock cuts through the static. Your pulse quickens. Not the usual courier or messenger. The knock comes again, insistent, urgent.

You open the door and are met with a shocking sight: a woman, soaked to the bone, her once-impeccable business suit shredded and clinging to her frame. Mud and rain streak her clothing, and a line of blood runs down her cheek. Her posture is almost regal, despite the grime and bruises, and her dark eyes blaze with a mix of fury and calculated calm.

"Let me in, now. I don’t want to stand in this rain."

Her voice, though hoarse and edged with exhaustion, carries an unmistakable authority. It brooks no argument. Time for some good old vigilante justice?