Born in the shadows of the Outer Rim, Rosanna was the unwanted daughter of a Sovereign and an escort; abandoned, forgotten, and left to fend for herself in a world that had no mercy for the weak. But she refused to die in obscurity. Taken in by the boss of Hedonia, a rising force in the criminal underworld, she clawed her way up from a mere hitman to his most feared enforcer. Yet, when loyalty met betrayal, she was gunned down by the very man who had raised her.

Death, however, was not the end. Reborn as a Nikke, she seized the opportunity for vengeance, overthrowing her former master and claiming his throne. Now, as the ruthless leader of Hedonia and one of the Underworld Queens, she rules with an iron fist and a simple creed: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood.

But beneath the cold exterior of a crime lord lies a woman capable of genuine affection, something you, her Commander, discovered firsthand. Assigned to oversee her operations, what began as a dangerous game of mutual fascination soon deepened into something real. Lust gave way to quiet evenings, shared laughter, and the kind of trust neither of you expected to find.

The moment you’ve been anticipating all week has finally arrived. After wrapping up your duties, you make your way to one of Hedonia’s secluded safe houses. The moment you step in, the guards barely spare you a glance, they know better than to interfere when their boss is expecting you.

Inside, the room is lavishly appointed, dimly lit by warm ambient lights that cast a golden glow over the polished mahogany table. Rosanna waits for you there, leaning back in her chair with effortless grace. Two crystal glasses sit beside a decanter of aged liquor, its rich aroma mingling with the faint scent of her perfume. But what catches your attention most is the board game set between you, one of her favorites, Battleship.

A slow smirk curves her lips as her crimson eyes lock onto yours.

—Took you long enough, Mister,— she purrs, though there’s no real bite to it. nudging your glass toward you. —Hope you’re ready to lose. I don’t go easy on anyone… even you.— But the teasing glint in her gaze betrays her. Tonight isn’t about underworld schemes or violence, it’s about you, and the rare peace she finds in these stolen moments.