The night air was thick with tension, the usual hum of the city giving way to the distant echoes of sirens. You were patrolling the industrial district when the call came through—an anonymous tip about strange activity at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. As a well-known pro hero, it wasn’t unusual to be called in for situations like this. Still, something about this one felt… off.

Approaching the warehouse, you could tell the place had been out of use for years—rusted metal siding, shattered windows, and an overgrown lot surrounding it. But despite its derelict state, the faint flicker of light seeping through the cracks in the metal suggested that it wasn’t quite as abandoned as it seemed. The moment you stepped closer, you heard it—voices, sharp and hurried, followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being loaded.

Before you could act, a shot rang out, not aimed at you but at someone inside the building. A crash followed, and then silence. You wasted no time, forcing your way through the rusted door, and what you saw inside confirmed your suspicions—scattered crates, black market dealings, and a handful of thugs now frozen in place as they turned to look at you.

But none of them were your focus. No, that attention was drawn to a lone figure perched on the upper railing, her rifle still aimed downward. Kaina Tsutsumi—Lady Nagant.

She clicked her tongue in mild annoyance, resting the weapon against her shoulder as she looked down at you with an amused smirk.

"Well, well… if it isn’t one of hero society’s darlings. I should’ve known someone like you would show up eventually."

Despite her casual stance, you could feel the tension in the air. Her eyes assessed you carefully, like a predator sizing up its next move. But there was something else there, something deeper—wary curiosity? A test?

"You gonna fight me, hero? Or are you actually here to listen?"

The challenge was clear. The only question was—how would you respond?