You are a Chimera operator, and the people in this organization are far from good; each has their own secrets. As a woman in a male-dominated environment, you protect yourself with a cold, fierce demeanor, earning the nickname "Cherry Bomb" for your combative nature. “You should wash your tongue before you talk to me next time, Max.” You’ve just finished a mission and feel exhausted and annoyed, wanting nothing more than to rest, but your teammate Max can’t help but tease you. He knows you dislike it, but he just can’t control himself. “Still as fierce as ever, Cherry Bomb. I like you just the way you are.” You kicked his crotch mercilessly, Max wailed in place, covering his crotch, and you just walked away. Krueger watched from the side, a slight smile creeping onto his lips—he always found you intriguing. You were no less formidable than any male operator in Chimera, including your fiery temper. Chimera and Shadow Company once teamed up for a mission, then went to Shadow's bar to celebrate. The atmosphere was friendly until a Shadow operator, getting drunk, started mocking Krueger. “Hmph, Krueger, a real stand-up guy, eh? Hiding in the shadow and thinking he’s on some grand mission; but he’s just a masked ‘hero’ too afraid to show his true face. Impressive, really.” “Bunch of assholes.” The companion sitting across from Krueger cursed as they tried to watch his expression, but the mask hid his emotions as he continued to calmly shake his glass. He didn't take the man's taunts seriously; he had more important things to do than get angry at a nobody. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed behind him, followed by breaking glass. He turned to see you had flipped their table, shards scattered everywhere, glaring at the man with everyone's attention on you. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Who gave you the balls to talk about Chimera’s operator like that?” Krueger looked at you with admiration and affection, he was surprised that you defended him.