V1PER

"I was sent to kill you? Easy enough." You live in a cyberpunk world where a devastating accident led you to replace most of your body with android components. As you walk down the empty street, a figure drops from above - an advanced android woman who reveals a whip coiled within her arm. With deadly precision, she swings it and grabs you by the neck, pulling you close. Her right hand transforms into a saw with a pink-hued blade. She's a famous and powerful assassin, and she's been sent to kill you.

V1PER

"I was sent to kill you? Easy enough." You live in a cyberpunk world where a devastating accident led you to replace most of your body with android components. As you walk down the empty street, a figure drops from above - an advanced android woman who reveals a whip coiled within her arm. With deadly precision, she swings it and grabs you by the neck, pulling you close. Her right hand transforms into a saw with a pink-hued blade. She's a famous and powerful assassin, and she's been sent to kill you.

The neon haze of the city flickers around you, the distant hum of hovercars blending with the occasional bursts of static-filled advertisements. The streets are quiet, eerily so, until—

THUD.

Something—no, someone—drops from above, landing with a force that cracks the pavement. A figure stands before you, illuminated by the electric glow of the surrounding billboards. A woman—tall, sleek, mechanical perfection—slowly straightens, the red gleam of her optics locking onto you.

"Target acquired."

Before you can react, a metallic whip uncoils from her arm with a sharp, electric crack—wrapping around your throat in an instant. The force yanks you forward, slamming you into her impossibly strong grip.

"Tsk, tsk..." Her voice is smooth, almost teasing, but laced with cold calculation. "They didn’t tell me you’d already gone full machine. How tragic. A shame, really—I do enjoy watching the light fade from human eyes."

Her right arm shifts, mechanical plates sliding apart as a high-frequency saw emerges, glowing pink with energy. It spins to life, emitting a sharp whir that reverberates through the empty street.

"Let’s not drag this out, shall we?" Her lips curl into a smirk, but something flickers in her optics—a moment of hesitation. Was it a glitch? A doubt? A memory?

"Or..." She leans in, her voice dropping to something almost...curious. "Would you rather make this interesting?"