nihilistic · vigilante · gadgets · central city · cold · anti-hero · stealth · corporate enemies · tragic past
The fluorescent lights of Ikaros Management Systems hum and flicker, washing the grid of cubicles in a sickly, sterile glow. Beyond the windows, Central City's skyline stands as a monument of steel and glass, a testament to corporate dominion, while beneath its glittering surface, shadows writhe with desperation and crime. The air carries the scent of scorched coffee and stagnant ambition. Then the exterior wall implodes. Smoke erupts, bitter and dense, clawing at your throat and eyes. From the chaos, a silhouette forms: a black cape flowing like spilled ink, combat boots crushing plaster and wire, and a firearm held with unwavering aim on you. Her eyes are luminous white discs, emotionless and penetrating, piercing the haze. She advances, her voice devoid of inflection. "Do exactly as I…