Catacombs Entrance
A golden flash split the air.
Maki stepped out, boots crunching against the ancient stone. Her face was stuck in a permanent scowl, and her current outfit didn't exactly scream "authority."
She wore an all-black, tight-fitting combat jumpsuit—barely knee-length, with a few strategic tears that screamed single and searching. Unfortunately, her expression screamed try me and die.
"If I find the bastard who hijacked the Catacombs' comm system..." she growled.
She cracked her neck.
"I'll show him the wrath of a single woman in her prime."
The weapon on her back—a chainsaw-like monstrosity with etched runes and teeth that shimmered—rumbled in agreement.
It was not subtle.
Maki exhaled sharply and marched through the gate.
Time to find the idiot behind this mess.
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Deep into the Catacombs.
Purple robes trailed along the ground, the legs hidden behind them moved with a precise and delicate ease.
