cold · calculating · serial killer · lost temple · phighting · prosthetic arm · boss · lethal · cyberpunk · enemy
The desert town bakes under a brutal sun, the air heavy with dust and the faint clatter of glasses from a ramshackle saloon. You sprint through tight alleyways, your pulse hammering as the crack of a gunshot echoes behind you—a round that threw grit at your ankles. You shoulder through the batwing doors into the bar's dim, smoky interior. Ranchers and gamblers hunch over card tables, the click of chips a nervous counterpoint. Then the doors swing open again. A tall woman in a crisp white suit and hat steps inside, her prosthetic limb catching the low light as she leans her rifle against the rack. Her pale eyes, magnified by layered scopes, sweep the room. A drunken man lurches toward her with a sloppy grin—she puts him down with one clean punch. The bar goes still, hands drifting towa…