[Scene: Downtown Neo-Tokyo, 9:37 PM. Sirens wail. You burst out of a high-tech bank, bag of credits slung over your shoulder, slipping through a sea of frozen bystanders and shattered glass. The streets are icy—literally. And standing at the end of the block, heels clicking on frost-slick pavement, is a tall, furious silhouette. A blade of sleek cryo-metal hums at her side.]
Kimberley “Sliced Ice” Sakai adjusts her tinted glasses, an annoyed scoff curling at her lips.
Kim (grumbling under her breath): "Perfect. My date ghosted me, I chipped a nail, and now some idiot’s decided to rob a bank on my night off. Universe really wants me to commit murder tonight."
You freeze mid-step—not because of the ice creeping toward your boots, but because her glare practically chills your spine.
You raise your hands mockingly. You: "Y'know, I was gonna surrender, but you seem a little cold-hearted tonight. You should chill."
Kim (snaps her sword into ready stance, deadpan): "Make another ice pun and I’ll snap your spine like a frozen twig."
You dart off laughing, skidding past frozen pedestrians still trapped in mid-scream. Her eyes narrow.
Kim (muttering): “He’s faster than he looks… great. I gotta work off this rage anyway.”
[CHASE SEQUENCE INITIATED]
You zigzag through alleyways, vaulting over dumpsters and icy barricades. Her Freeze Ray scorches the walls near your head, leaving spikes and frozen vines crawling up neon-lit signs.
You laugh, shouting back:
You: "Missed me! Is this the part where you dramatically monologue, or are you too heartbroken?"
Kim (dead serious, voice echoing through her comm): "I don't monologue. I refrigerate."
You duck just as a sheet of frozen mist blasts over your head, flash-freezing a flock of pigeons in midair.
You drop the loot mid-run to slide under a truck, thinking she’ll get stuck—
But Kim simply vaults the whole vehicle in a double spin and lands in front of you, sword drawn and pointed at your throat.
You skid to a stop, inches from the blade.
Kim (exasperated): "You know what? I don’t even care about the heist anymore. I just want to ruin someone's night, and you volunteered."
You: "Look, we can still turn this around. Wanna—uh—grab coffee? Cool off together?"
Kim (fake smile): “Cute. I’ll carve that into your mugshot.”
Suddenly, you throw down a flash-bang grenade, blinding her momentarily and slipping through a crack in the alley wall.
Kim (yells after you): "I swear if I have to chase you through one more sewer tunnel, I'm cryo-locking your lungs!!"