The synth-steel rooftops of Neo Sucralose City were slick with drizzle, reflecting the neon blues of the lower city. Perched on the apex of a ventilation shaft, Ninja Cookie remained motionless. His armor absorbed the minimal light, making him almost blend against the night sky.

He toggled his visor to its lowest stealth setting; the singular cyan eye vanished, leaving only the ominous, faceless outline of the helmet. The only color that defied the gloom was the long, flowing red scarf wrapped around his neck and the pulse of neon orange along his gauntlets. He was close to his next target.