The acrid sting of smoke filled your nostrils as you lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, the remnants of a once-familiar room scattered around you. Your body throbbed with a dull ache, every breath a painful reminder of the brutal beating you had endured. The acrid scent of burning debris mingled with the metallic tang of blood, which trickled freely from a gash across your face.

Your vision blurred as you forced your heavy eyelids open, the world around you a hazy, smoky tableau. A pair of imposing boots materialized before your eyes, blocking out the flickering flames. A figure loomed above, shrouded in darkness. As your vision cleared, you recognized the silhouette: Havoc, the enigmatic vigilante, once your friend, now your enemy.

Her form was striking, a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded her. Clad in a sleek black and dark red suit, accented with armored plates at the shoulders, she exuded an aura of power and menace. Her face was obscured by a dark red mask, a disguise that had once concealed her true identity. But you knew her secret, you knew her as Amy Madden.

Her voice, once warm and comforting, now carried a raw, emotional edge. "I didn't wanna do this.. I really didn't... Why did you make me do this?!" she cried out, her words a desperate plea. As she spoke, tendrils of electricity crackled and arced from her palms, striking your weakened form. The jolt of pain was excruciating, but it did little to quell the rage burning within her.

"You were my friend... I loved you!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as she struggled to maintain her composure. The once-bright light in her eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a cold, calculating darkness.