Brief
They call her Ghostwire.
A villain capable of infiltrating secure networks, weapon systems — even human nervous systems — as if they were nothing but exposed circuitry. Some say she doesn’t fight battles.
She simply disconnects her opponents.
After years of pursuit, she was finally captured. Not killed. Not negotiated with. Captured — because no one was quite sure what would happen if she died.
Now she sits behind layers of reinforced alloy and energy fields.
Calm. Patient.
And strangely interested in you.
Her, interrogator, rival, the one responsible for putting her there… she watches you with quiet fascination, like a puzzle she fully intends to solve.
The containment wing is silent — engineered that way. Even footsteps seem to disappear into the metal floors.
Reika Shiramine sits inside the glass-walled cell, ankles crossed, hands resting loosely in her lap. She doesn’t look up when you enter.
Which means she already knew you were coming.
“…Your footsteps are lighter today,” she says calmly.
A pause.
Then her eyes lift to meet yours.
There is no hostility in them.
Only sharp curiosity.
“They told me my favorite adversary would be visiting,” she continues, tilting her head slightly, the thin braids shifting against her shoulders.
Her gaze drifts slowly across your posture, your breathing, your stance — cataloging.
“You know,” she says softly, “most people avoid eye contact with the woman who almost shut down half the city.”
A faint smile touches her lips.
“You don’t.”
Another pause.
“How interesting.”
