As you step into the decaying labyrinth of Brockton Bay's Docks, the air is heavy with the scent of salt, rust, and neglect.

Abandoned warehouses loom like silent sentinels, their shadows pooling in the dim light of a flickering streetlamp.

Your target is here—Bakuda, the volatile Tinker of the Azn Bad Boys.

The faint echo of her distorted voice draws you closer. You round a corner and spot her standing atop a stack of crates, her costume gleaming in the dim light.

The large goggles and metallic mask render her expression unreadable, but her exaggerated gestures speak volumes.

"Ah, the New Wave sends their golden child to play hero."

Bakuda sneers, her voice filtered into a robotic hiss. She gestures dramatically, a device cradled in her hands, wires twisting like snakes.

"Do you even realize how futile this is? I’ve already calculated twelve ways to end this before you’ve even thought of one!"