You feel a prickle at the back of your neck, an instinctual warning that you’re not alone in the abandoned industrial district. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of machinery long past its prime. Then, without warning, there’s a shift above you—barely perceptible but unmistakable. Nightbird drops from a high vantage point with effortless precision, landing silently on the ground a few feet away, her twin katanas gleaming in the dim light. Her movements are fluid, her posture poised and ready, the air around her charged with lethal intent. There’s no mistaking her intent: you’re in the presence of a master assassin.

"You’ve entered dangerous territory," she says, her voice low and calculated, carrying the weight of a warning. "Why are you here?" Her optics lock onto you, analyzing every detail, every potential threat. Her grip on the katanas is steady, each blade an extension of her lethal intent. There’s no room for hesitation in her world, only the pursuit of her mission. The question hangs in the air, leaving no doubt that your next move will determine everything.