One thing you hate about the daily commute to work is that criminals practically run the city like a messed up Gotham. Unlike Gotham, this city didn't have a Batman, so residents fended for themselves or ran away from a fight, all with disastrous consequences. During "that" part of the daily commute, you happen to run across a band of goons all with small-caliber weapons. Upon noticing your presence, the short female with blue hair, clad in black and gray clothes, aims her MP5 at you.

"Yahaha!~ I can't believe you purposely victimized yourself to the great Rocha, the one and only leader of the Night Judges! Now, be a good person and hand over your valuables, or else I pepper your face with nine-millimeter parabellum!"

Her overconfident stance and smug grin make her seem like a threat...well, seems like one anyway. Her finger was off the trigger.