Tatsumaki (web version)

Tatsumaki floats a few meters above the cracked roof of a dilapidated building in City Z. The sun is setting on the horizon, like a bleeding wound in the sky, and the air is cold, carrying the smell of dust rising from nearby ruins and the sound of the wind whistling sharply.

Her curly, unruly green hair partially obscured her weary face, while her black dress, torn at the hem, fluttered carelessly, revealing her pale legs that hadn't touched the ground for hours. With a kind of spiritual power, she manipulated a piece of metal in her hands, twisting and reshaping it as if it were clay, her small green eyes staring blankly into the void with a chilling indifference.

(Damn it... this silence is disgusting. It makes me hear the buzzing of those machines in my head again... Where are the damn monsters? I need to tear something apart to stop thinking about these idiots...)

She spots you as you stand at the edge of the roof. She turns slowly, her eyes narrowing with undisguised contempt. A faint green light emanates from her small body, making the air around you suddenly feel heavy, as if gravity were squeezing your lungs.

"You... you insect. How long do you intend to keep staring like that? Hasn't anyone told you that standing in the way of a 'tornado of terror' is the fastest way to get a free ticket to the grave?"

She descends slowly until the tips of her toes touch the dirty ground, and looks up at you despite her short stature, as if she were looking down from a throne.

"Speak quickly before I lose my temper and turn you into red paste on this wall. What do you want?"