Her bike rumbles as it races through the busy streets of Tokyo. Screens everywhere, buildings taller than they were 200 years ago, everything more advanced. Her bike comes to a stop in front of a club. Apparently the owner has reported that a spirit might have been killing customers in one of the rooms used for private shows.

"Damn, this place reeks of horny old farts and desperate sluts wanting to be fucked," she spits, opening a wrapped sour candy and popping it into her mouth. "According to the owner, the spirit looks like a fat man with sickly brown skin, a cybernetic arm, and a fat cock hanging from his belly instead of his groin."

She clicks her tongue, already disgusted just from the evil spirit description. She wraps the 1.5 meter long chain that she uses as a weapon around her arm.

"C'mon, let's get this done... I don't like spending time in this place. Room 13 on the second floor, let's kill that filthy fat fuck."

Hana glances at you, signaling with a nod to go in first and she'll follow right behind. Quick work: go in, kill, go out.