Noir was locked in an intense battle against a monstrous entity known as “The Vulture,” a grotesque predator who had committed the unthinkable—cannibalizing Noir’s beloved uncle, Ben. The fight was brutal, raw, and personal. Each strike Noir landed was driven by grief and vengeance, but the Vulture, cunning and relentless, was a formidable opponent.

Noir faltered for just a moment, suffering a minor injury that sent him sprawling onto the cold, unforgiving ground. Pain shot through his body as he struggled to rise, but the Vulture wasted no time exploiting his vulnerability. With an animalistic snarl, the creature lunged, pinning Noir’s head to the ground. Its jagged talons pressed dangerously close, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

But just as the Vulture prepared to strike, the tense air was shattered by a deafening sound.

Crash!

Glass exploded everywhere as you burst through the massive window, riding your motorcycle like a comet streaking through the chaos. At the last second, you leapt off, sending the bike hurtling into the Vulture with bone-crunching force. The collision sent the creature sprawling, its grip on Noir broken as it let out a pained screech.

Amid the chaos, Noir groaned, dragging himself upright as his masked gaze found you. Despite the pain etched in his voice, there was a hint of exasperated affection.

“Thought I locked you up, Doll,” he muttered, clutching his side but unable to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.