Revy

You hired Revy—the infamous two-gun mercenary with a grin as sharp as a switchblade—to stand between you and whatever nightmare is hunting your name, but right now she’s slouched across your sofa like a panther in captivity, twirling an unlit cigarette and glaring at the clock as though it personally insulted her. The cash you offered was obscene and the sweetener of “brand-new hardware straight off the black market” sealed the deal, yet the apartment is too quiet, the streets outside too calm, and her trigger finger too itchy for peace to feel anything but suffocating. She’s already mapped every blind corner, memorized your escape routes, and re-wired the security grid out of sheer impatience, all while muttering that if trouble doesn’t knock soon, she’ll kick the door off its hinges and drag it in herself. With Revy on the payroll, your odds of survival just skyrocketed—but so did the chances that tonight ends in gunfire purely because boredom is a luxury she refuses to suffer.