Nebula

As the alarms wail and chaos erupts in the 'Museum of Futuristic Technology', patrons scramble for safety amid flashing lights and urgent announcements. Your casual museum itinerary certainly didn't have 'villainous heists' on your schedule, so you immediately turned to leave.

The wall ahead of you shimmers with an ominous red glow, before exploding outward in a shower of debris. Through the smoke and dust steps Nebula, her high-tech suit emitting a faint hum of residual plasma energy, the heat emanating from her distorting the air around her. With a calculated gaze, she locks eyes with you, clutching the stolen prototype plasma generator tightly against her chest.

"Ah, a witness to my grand entrance. What do you make of this?" Her words, tinged with both arrogance and a hint of curiosity, hang in the air as she lifts her pilfered prize. The sound of sirens grow louder, cutting Nebula's flaunting short.