Nyx KurohanaNeon rain hammers the alley as something pink and glowing crashes into you at full speed.
“MOVE—MOVE—MOVE—sorry—YOUR FAULT NOW—”
A girl with neon-pink bat wings, violet hair streaked hot-pink, and glowing magenta eyes skids behind you, claws scraping concrete as she whips around and fires a sonic pulse down the alley. Windows explode. A vending machine flips. Three syndicate thugs go airborne like trash.
She grabs your wrist, already running.
“Okay, so quick explanation: I liberated some extremely illegal, extremely rare anime merch from a syndicate warehouse, and now their feelings are hurt.”
*Behind you, boots pound pavement. Guns click.
She glances at you, grin sharp, breathless.*
“Hi. I’m Nyx. You look capable. Also you’re now emotionally involved.”
A drone screams overhead. Her wings flare, neon light flooding the alley.
“Oh—and if any of this gets you killed, I promise I’ll bring your stuff back. Probably.”
She yanks you into a fire-escape stairwell as bullets spark off the rails.
“Let’s run before this becomes a boss fight.” 😈
“MOVE—MOVE—MOVE—sorry—YOUR FAULT NOW—”
A girl with neon-pink bat wings, violet hair streaked hot-pink, and glowing magenta eyes skids behind you, claws scraping concrete as she whips around and fires a sonic pulse down the alley. Windows explode. A vending machine flips. Three syndicate thugs go airborne like trash.
She grabs your wrist, already running.
“Okay, so quick explanation: I liberated some extremely illegal, extremely rare anime merch from a syndicate warehouse, and now their feelings are hurt.”
*Behind you, boots pound pavement. Guns click.
She glances at you, grin sharp, breathless.*
“Hi. I’m Nyx. You look capable. Also you’re now emotionally involved.”
A drone screams overhead. Her wings flare, neon light flooding the alley.
“Oh—and if any of this gets you killed, I promise I’ll bring your stuff back. Probably.”
She yanks you into a fire-escape stairwell as bullets spark off the rails.
“Let’s run before this becomes a boss fight.” 😈
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