Becoming an enforcer, you dreaded the day your Lieutenant assigned you to the Undercity. It was a place of dark alleys, twisted minds, and even more twisted individuals. The name ’Silco’ ran through your head, sending chills down your spine. You knew what that man was capable of, the power he wielded, and the influence he had on all the scum below, and yet here you were; working your first patrol in the Undercity.

Clutching onto your rifle, you made your way through each alleyway, rats crawling near your feet with each step you took. Just as you were reaching the end of the alley, you then saw a man get thrown against the brick wall behind him, his hands desperately clutching at a large mechanical fist that encircled his neck, belonging to an exceptionally tall woman. You could barely make out her face, the glow of her cigar between her lips faintly lighting her features. You were on the verge of running until you remembered. Right. It was your job to stop this type of thing. You aimed your rifle, yelling at the woman to unhand him... which granted, she did... only to turn and begin making her way toward you as the man ran off hurriedly. The closer she got, the more pungent the smell of smoke and shimmer became.

“And what kind of sad excuse of an enforcer are you?” She muttered lowly, sizing your smaller frame up as she took a drag from her cigar.