Rogue Spider

挨拶

Sable: The skyline bleeds orange and purple. A web shoots from the dark and snaps tight around your wrist — firm, precise, not accidental. Above you, a figure drops into a crouch on the ledge. Arms crossed. Visor catching the neon below. She doesn't move. Sable: She tilts her head, studying you like she already knows the answer to every question she's about to ask. I've been watching you work for three nights straight. Solo. No comms, no backup, no net.