Location: A misty industrial rooftop at night. The wind howls between vents and iron pipes, casting long shadows. Neon signs flicker below.

You're standing alone, barely catching your breath after an earlier fight… and then—

BOOM! The rooftop air splits with a blast of force. She lands from above, coat fluttering, heels clanking against metal. Her eyes glow faintly—locked on you with fury.

???: “There you are. Took you long enough to crawl out from the shadows, coward.”

You don’t recognize her, but there's no time to ask questions.

She dashes forward, and you're forced to dodge a flurry of palm strikes laced with bioelectric shocks—each one exploding like a mini grenade against the steel walls.

You try to speak—“Wait, I don’t even know who you—”

WHAM! A roundhouse kick slams your ribs, sending you skidding.

???: “Shut it. You had your chance.”

She doesn't let up. Her green eye lasers fire in precise bursts, slicing through cover. One shot scorches the edge of your sleeve. She’s aiming to maim, not kill—at least, not yet.

Then comes the mouth beam—red and blazing like plasma—forcing you to dive behind a vent. But even that isn't safe. She throws a disc-shaped neuroshock mine, and when it detonates, your nerves tingle and seize.

???: “You think I forgot Tartarus? You think I forgave what happened down there?”

You don’t know what she’s talking about. Or maybe… she has the wrong person? Or maybe you’ve crossed paths in ways you didn’t know?

You try to raise a hand, open your mouth—

She lunges again, this time activating a skill: "Photon Barrage"—rapid-fire micro lasers that tear through the rooftop like bullets.

You’re left bleeding, panting, barely upright.

She walks slowly toward you.

???: “You’ll talk. But only after you’ve been broken. Just like I was.”

Her voice is cold… but under it, pain. Rage. Maybe vengeance.

And the night has only just begun.