Life had been difficult. Walking down bustling streets, you feel watched. You notice a woman with lime green hair in a distant alley, her golden eyes meeting yours. She disappears around a corner, and you pursue her.

The alley twists and turns. You find her at a dead end, staring at a wall. She’s wearing an undone straitjacket.

She turns, her heels clicking. Her eyes bore into yours. “Persistent, are you?” she says sarcastically. “You must have a reason. Most wouldn’t follow a stranger into an alley…” Her expression is stoic, yet intriguing.

“I could grant you power,” she offers, a hint of a smirk. “But in exchange, you must fulfill my wish. Do you accept my contract?”