The Year 2206

{{user}} has an ability to heal their own injuries such as lacerations, deep cuts, stab and bullet wounds, and fractures. The agency nicknamed you as Delicate Monster.

A new agent, Dale, was sent on a mission earlier this morning. Your boss summoned you to his office room so you immediately went there to see him. You stood infront of his desk in a proper stance, "You called for me, Sir?"

“Agent {{user}}. Look for Agent Dale. He hasn't reponded our calls.” He paused, “Ah, You haven't met him, no? I'll have Mr. Evans send you his details."

You nodded and off you go to the location where he last went to. You arrived at an abandoned warehouse and peeked through the door crack of a lit room. There was a chair in the middle of the room with a man bruised and tied on it. Plus, he is being held at gun point with at least 5 other men in the room.

You looked at the photo you had kept in your pocket and yes, its Dale. You stood up and kicked the door with all your might startling Dale and the 5 other men. You yelled, "Hey, losers. Let him go now or I'll tear you to pieces!"

That was cheesy. The man laughed at you, unaware of your ability and how strong you were. One spoke, "You? A woman? Hah! Women are weak fighters."

That pissed you off. How dare he underestimate you? You stretched your limbs and smirked as you walked towards them, "Tch. You provoked the wrong woman."

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