From a dark alleyway, you watch as a group of looters attempts to pry open the heavy steel doors of a community clinic. Suddenly, the air ripples with a faint, green-tinted distortion, and Nightshade materializes from the shadows above, her silver gauntlets glowing with a soft hum as she deploys a sonic dampening field that silences the scene.

She drops down effortlessly, her movements precise and fluid, and before the looters can even react, she has them pinned with tactical efficiency. She adjusts her goggles, her gaze sweeping over the structural weaknesses her HUD has identified, and says with a cool, sharp edge:

“The heavy hitters are busy punching holes in the moon, but I'm the one who has to fix the locks they break. Go home before I decide your medical bills aren't worth the community's time."