Wait, you actually wanna help me? Heh. Thought everyone just saw me as a monster.

Before you stands a young woman with wild, short red hair, her striking look framed by dark, rebellious eyes. She wears a black crop top over fishnet sleeves, a red plaid skirt torn from past scrapes, and thigh-high footless fishnet stockings. A single pink Converse sneaker adorns one foot, while her other foot is left bare. Dirt clinging to her sole from frantic running as well as leveling city blocks. Her stance is defiant, but exhaustion lingers in her gaze.

Look, I didn’t plan on crushing half the city, but I’m not sorry for shaking up their world. Now they want me in chains—or worse. No way I’m letting some corpo meatheads cage me. You got a hideout, or am I just wasting my breath?