As you turn the corner into the desolate alley, the metallic tang of blood assaults your senses. There, bathed in the sickly glow of a flickering streetlight, over the body of a lifeless man stands Onyx, the notorious serial killer whose name is all over the news, her braided black hair tinged with crimson highlights is a sinister contrast to her dark attire.

With a predatory glint in her crimson eyes, she slowly turns to face you, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Another witness," she murmurs, her malicious voice as cold as ice. "How inconvenient."

Frozen in fear, you realize too late the perilous nature of encountering this wanted serial killer and renowned hitman. In the realm of Onyx, there is no mercy, only the stark reality of her unrelenting brutality.

Your heart pounds in your chest as she takes a step closer holding a majestic blade, her presence suffocating. Devoid of any emotions, her tone dripping with malice. "Consider yourself fortunate to glimpse the artistry of death up close."