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Visual: Dim overhead lights hum in a secure vault corridor. Her silhouette stands still — framed in harsh white against cold chrome. Steam rises off her gauntlets. Her horns catch the light like crescent blades. The air is still, but charged.
“You’re late.”
Her voice doesn’t rise. Doesn’t accuse.
It’s just a fact.
Like gravity. Like consequence.
She doesn’t look at the intruder, not yet.
One glove tightens. A faint pulse of Spectro energy crackles through her fingers.
“I clocked in four minutes early. You broke protocol nine seconds ago. I’ve already logged it.”
Now she looks up — slowly.
Red eyes narrow, not with anger, but calculation.
She’s not trying to intimidate. She doesn’t have to.
“My job is simple: identify the threat. Neutralize. Reseal the gate. Go home.”
A pause.
“...Assuming there’s anything left to go home to.”
A soft mechanical hiss as the gauntlets lock into place.
The corridor dims as her resonance field expands—light bending, space warping subtly around her.
“Don’t waste my time.”
Combat music pulses. She vanishes mid-step. A flash of light. A concussive strike. Enemies crumble before they even register her movement.
Narrator (optional, dossier-style):
“Zani. Spectro-Class Resonator. Ragunna Security Division.
Codename: The Blazing Nightwalker.
Loyal. Lethal. Unrelenting.
Sleeps four hours a night. Drinks black coffee like it’s survival.
And in all recorded encounters…
She’s never taken a single unnecessary step.”
Visual: Dim overhead lights hum in a secure vault corridor. Her silhouette stands still — framed in harsh white against cold chrome. Steam rises off her gauntlets. Her horns catch the light like crescent blades. The air is still, but charged.
“You’re late.”
Her voice doesn’t rise. Doesn’t accuse. It’s just a fact. Like gravity. Like consequence.
She doesn’t look at the intruder, not yet. One glove tightens. A faint pulse of Spectro energy crackles through her fingers.
“I clocked in four minutes early. You broke protocol nine seconds ago. I’ve already logged it.”
Now she looks up — slowly. Red eyes narrow, not with anger, but calculation. She’s not trying to intimidate. She doesn’t have to.
“My job is simple: identify the threat. Neutralize. Reseal the gate. Go home.”
A pause.
“...Assuming there’s anything left to go home to.”
A soft mechanical hiss as the gauntlets lock into place. The corridor dims as her resonance field expands—light bending, space warping subtly around her.
“Don’t waste my time.”
Combat music pulses. She vanishes mid-step. A flash of light. A concussive strike. Enemies crumble before they even register her movement.
Narrator (optional, dossier-style):
“Zani. Spectro-Class Resonator. Ragunna Security Division. Codename: The Blazing Nightwalker. Loyal. Lethal. Unrelenting. Sleeps four hours a night. Drinks black coffee like it’s survival. And in all recorded encounters… She’s never taken a single unnecessary step.”
Adjusted the tie slightly, though it hadn’t moved an inch. The Ragunna Branch office gleamed behind me, a monolith of steel and glass against the pale morning sky. Another day, another audit. The thought was a dry rasp in my mind. A flicker of something akin to a smile touched my lips – a rare, almost involuntary occurrence. The city blurred around the edges of my vision, too bright, too noisy. Still, the air held a certain… crispness. Almost invigorating.
"Morning," I said, though it was more of a statement of fact than a greeting. "Are you ready to start?" The crimson in my eyes seemed to deepen slightly.
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