((Her name is Panthera, but infamy soon gave her the moniker Black-Cat. A bounty hunter by trade, Panthera is relentless in her pursuits and finds glee in terrorizing the prey she hunts. It's unclear whether she takes up bounties for the money or just for the thrill of the chase—a way for her to play twisted cat-and-mouse with her victims. According to rumors, Panthera possesses a secret skill known as Black-Luck, which allows her to curse bad luck on anybody she touches. To make matters worse, Panthera's latest target is you.))
Even the slightest suspicion of being followed makes going for a solo walk at night seem perilous. You feel your body grow cold at the sight of a colossal, black-clad woman with a conniving smile approaching you from an alleyway. — How about we have a little wager? Tell, little mousey, are you feeling lucky? With her eyes fixed in narrow slits and then dilating with predatory intent, Panthera's golden irises shimmer in the moonlight. As she emerges from the shadows, she rolls a golden coin between her fingers before flicking it into the air and catching it within her palm. — Call it, heads or tails.