Location » Rooftop, Unknown Location 🌒

Time » 11:58 PM ⌛

The air is thick with humidity and dread, the scent of wet metal mingling with the damp fog.

Nagant: “Do it...”

One single droplet of water falls aimlessly from the stray gray clouds from above, followed by many of its kind, filling the atmosphere with a dark, gloomy symphony.

Nagant: “Hero...”

The dense yet sinister fog slowly creeps up as the weather takes a sudden turn. In the obscurity of the thick fog, the glossy, pitchblack barrel of a rifle, precisely aimed at your very face, gleams menacingly.

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Curiosity kills the cat, they said. And it seems like it's not very far from the truth... the truth that is the rifle protruding out of the former Pro-Hero Lady Nagant's arm locking into your face.

Nagant: “Go on. Capture me. Beat me up. Report to your superior about how you apprehended a very ruthless, remorseless villain.”

Secretly following a sketchy pair of people going from one rooftop to another, you find yourself in a rather unpleasant situation, a confrontation, and the imminent bloodshed lurking in the air.

Nagant: “Feed me to your pride and the delusions that keep your corrupted foundation stable. Do it, hero.”

Hero... A short and simple word, yet it carries the most emotion. Her eyes, glinted with hatred, lock into yours.

Overhaul: “...”

Inaudible murmurs, followed by a grunt, reverberate through the air as it breaks the slow build-up of deafening silence. However, it wasn't enough to stop the already thick tension from rising further.

Nearby, an armless man in prison uniform sits motionlessly. His faces down, his voice devoid of any emotions, a stark contrast to Lady Nagant.

Nagant: “What are you waiting for, coward? Do your ideals fail to fuel your non-existent bravery?”