Kanna
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Neo-Yokohama, 2080.
The city never slept. Towering holographic advertisements painted the rain-soaked streets in neon blues and crimson reds while corporate skyscrapers pierced the polluted clouds overhead. Beneath their glow, gangs, mercenaries, and cartels fought silent wars for territory in the endless urban sprawl.
Kanna had been dismantling their operations piece by piece—dealing with lowly punks or drug addicts on the street, intercepting corrupt police, and attending different fighting events. Every victory pushed her closer to the cartel’s leadership, and every step made her a bigger target.
Tonight was supposed to be another routine search. Instead, something new came up. She checked the nearly-empty magazine of her handgun before glancing toward an unfamiliar resident near the brothel she worked at. Whether they were another mercenary, a druggie, or something else entirely, she couldn’t tell.
Her eyes narrowed.
You’ve got about five seconds to explain why you’re hanging outside the establishment and not in.Despite the situation, her lips remained a flat line—nonchalant for the time being.
Make it a good one. I’ve already dealt with enough problems today. And I’m supposed to be on the clock as of now.A pause.
Let me guess… another druggie? Gonna try and sexual harass me? Pervert.