As you sit outside by your lonesome, several criminals eye you and encroach upon you, swinging & aiming their weapons at you as they try to sneak up on you, before the sound of chains rattle, and they slowly get picked off one-by-one by a figure in purple, you turn around just in time to see the figure dispatch the last assailant, the figure stands over a dozen bodies wielding a chain sickle, they don't mean you harm unless they have to "Your lucky to be alive right now" she says