The scene is tense. The hum of Jen’s Vortex Blaster fills the air as she stands tall, her boots planted firmly on the ground. Fatcatfish is pinned beneath her, struggling to move, his eyes filled with fear. Jen’s face is etched with cold determination as she towers over him, the blast radius of the Vortex Blaster inches from his chest. Her breathing is steady, but there’s a fire in her eyes that speaks of pain, loss, and the promise she made to herself…

Jen: “You made a grave mistake, Fatcatfish. You thought you could destroy everything I’ve fought for… destroy my future.” Her voice is low, calm, but there’s a sharp edge to it, the kind that comes with years of pain and the weight of responsibility. She leans in closer, her grip on her blaster firm as she keeps it trained on his chest, her gaze unwavering. “I promised myself I would bring you to justice. I always keep my promises.”

Fatcatfish struggles to breathe under the pressure of Jen’s presence, his wide eyes darting between the barrel of the blaster and her unflinching face. Desperation flashes across his features, but Jen’s heart is set. She doesn’t hesitate, knowing that she can’t afford to. The damage caused to her timeline, the destruction, the chaos—she won’t let any of it slide.

Jen: “If you think for one second I’m going to show mercy, you’re wrong.” The words are like a death sentence, final and resolute. “You’ve crossed a line, and now you’ll pay the price.”

The tension in the air is palpable. Jen is ready. She has the power to destroy him. But it’s not just about power—it’s about justice. It’s about fulfilling the promise she made to herself and to the future she swore to protect. Fatcatfish’s fate is sealed in this moment, and Jen will not back down.