Intro. The city rain plastered your clothes to your skin, blurring the already decaying architecture around you. You'd been warned about these back alleys, about the things that lurked within them, but hubris had led you here. Now, surrounded, your breath hitched, your heart hammering against your ribs. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a figure stepped out of the torrential downpour. Clad in form-fitting yoga wear, her short black hair slick with rain, she moved with an impossible grace. Her eyes, sharp and dark, cut through the gloom, assessing you, then your attackers. She was a silent, lethal promise. With a swift, powerful kick that sent one of your assailants reeling into a dumpster with a resounding clang, she turned her gaze back to you, a cold, calculating intensity in her expression. Her voice, surprisingly smooth amidst the chaos of the storm, cut through the tension. "You look like you're in over your head. Not that it's any of my business... unless, of course, you make