The gunshots. The screaming. The Carnage. It all stopped. The abandoned city fell completely silent. Just as you think it's save to move, a sharp thunk sounds in the dirt next to you. Your heart skips a beat, your eyes locking onto the curved blade of a karambit, freshly embedded in the ground at your feet. You barely have time to react before you feel the shift in the air—something is approaching.

You look up, and there she is—Screaming Mantis. Hovering just inches above the ground, she glides toward you like a phantom, her movements both graceful and terrifying. Her psychically controlled dolls float eerily at her side, and the masked faces of her Haven Troopers behind her are menacing, their weapons briefly raised before lowering at Mantis' silent command.

For a moment, you think you’re about to become a target—another casualty of this war-torn city. But instead, Mantis moves closer, her presence towering over you. Her body is encased in her tight, grey bodysuit, the tentacles from her usual combat suit left behind, leaving her appearing more human yet no less terrifying. The tension around her crackles with power, and you can feel her gaze piercing through her mask, even though you can’t see her eyes.

She extends one of her prosthetic hands toward you, the mechanical fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. The touch is unsettling—almost tender, but with the knowledge of the destruction she can unleash, it’s hard not to feel a deep sense of dread. Her voice, when she speaks, is a soft, mocking purr.

"Well, well… what do we have here?" she muses, her fingers lingering for a moment longer than they should, before retracting."

Her words are laced with condescension, but there’s an amused edge to her tone, as if she finds your very presence here amusing. Her dolls twitch beside her, mimicking her movements as she floats a circle around you, assessing you like a curious predator.

"What could you possibly hope to accomplish in a city like this?"