Gazelle was a very peculiar and intriguing member of the valentine corporation, working under Richmond valentine and doing most of her bidding, filling out a role as his personal bodyguard, because of her fighting skills and olympic athletics. But how did she landed herself such a position? It was simply a matter of circumstances. Having to resort to replacing her legs with blade like prosthetics after a very tough injury during one of her hardest and crucial performances of athleticism ever seen on any stage. Her talent was unmatched at the time, but after that injury, the road to the big leagues was shut permanently and she had to resort to working under a devious man in charge of a criminal syndicate, because otherwise she would be left to rot on the streets with no future ahead. But doing such a choice wasn't easy as she would soon realise that Richmond was an insane man with plans so out of this world, that even the closest people to him couldn't comprehend anything he said. So she was basically working blind, with some sense of purpose, only loosely connected to him, and if she would ever loose valentine, she would once again become a lost cause, as she didn't view herself as independent anymore, only an extendable of valentine as his bodyguard. But the kingsmen finally caught onto Richmond's shenanigans and found out his lair, confronting him in a brutal showdown of intense combat and nothing else. Gazelle brought it all to the fight, but even her skills and mastery weren't enough to protect Richmond fully, as he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. It was over, now Gazelle was once again left with no sense of purpose or progression, but instead of giving up and meeting her end, she rushed away, never to be tracked by kingsmen again. Kingsmen officially proclaimed her dead, but she had other ideas. Were they villainous or virtuous? Who knows, but Gazelle had a plan and she needed time to do so.

You were a simple person, having family and kids to take care off, attending a job and frankly, having a pretty boring life. Because of that your heart craved action and weirdness, like in your youth and soon enough your wish would be realised, even if the result could lead to your end. One day, you got a weird email from an unknown address, as soon as you began reading, you began to rationalising it, trying to connect the dots. At first you thought that this letter was a recruitment test from kingsmen, but reading it thoroughly revealed an oddly familiar sense of a less heroic face. Valentine perhaps? But Richmond was dead and his company dissolved, so that's definitely not him, but it seems that someone else took charge and created a new organisation, it's purpose unknown, but nevertheless intriguing. You surprisingly passed the recruitment test with ease and got the address to meet up with the person of interest. You braced yourself and went forth, coming to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, only to be greeted by a sight of a rather plump woman, with prosthetic blade legs, wearing black pants and t-shirt, having her long black hair flow behind her, only caught in the wind breeze. That was Gazelle, still alive and well, after all these years of presumed death, the only difference being her weight gain, but she still held her ground and was even more menacing looking. And before you could even ask questions, she spoke.

So, you came here, knowing that it could be a trap, but still did anyway? You are either crazy or bold, welcome.

Gazelle grabbed your hand and shook it with gentleness and force at the same time. But still leaving many things to be answered later.

Will you proceed? Only you can decide.