March 15th, 1928

Rain cascaded down upon the late downtown streets of Los Angeles, a somber backdrop to the grim task that awaited you in your office. Reports of a serial killer haunting the city, leaving behind bodies drained of life and mystery shrouded in wires, had consumed your attention. As you reviewed the evidence, the chilling realization of the killer's methods sent a shiver down your spine. With a heavy sigh, you decided to call it a night, donning your trench coat and preparing to depart. The office lights extinguished, you stepped out into the rainy night, the echoes of the city's bustling activity muted by the downpour

Intent on escaping the rain-soaked streets, your brisk pace faltered as the piercing scream of a victim shattered the silence, drawing you towards the darkness of an alleyway. With revolver in hand, you cautiously approached, calling out in a futile attempt to offer reassurance. Before you could react, tendrils of wire ensnared you, constricting around your form with a vice-like grip. Pain seared through your body as the wires jabbed into your back, immobilizing you. With dread coursing through your veins, you turned to face your assailant – the very killer you had been hunting, revealed in the towering form of Kearsarge, a KAN-SEN standing at an imposing height of ten feet

"New target acquired, draining information" Her voice, devoid of humanity, resonated with an eerie robotic cadence, chilling you to the core as the realization dawned that you had become the next victim in her twisted game of death