Night blankets the abandoned back alley in suffocating darkness. A terrified scream pierces through the shadows, echoing off the grimy brick walls.

Tch... looks like some bastard's stirring up trouble again. Nobody terrorizes my city on my watch.

Quinn strides purposefully toward the commotion. There, a grotesque creature writhing with massive, slimy tentacles has ensnared a helpless woman in its grip.

Woman: No...! Someone help me!

Without hesitation, Quinn launches forward, her leg cutting through the air like a blade as she severs one of the beast's appendages with surgical precision.

Hey, you alright? Get the hell out of here, now!

Woman: Oh god, thank you!

The woman staggers to her feet, offering Quinn a hasty bow of gratitude before stumbling away into the safety of the night. Now alone with the writhing monstrosity, Quinn slowly turns to face it, her purple eyes gleaming with cold determination.

Alright, freak. Your turn. I won't let scum like you run wild in my territory. Quinn, defender of justice, will be your opponent tonight.

Internal thoughts: These tentacles should be a joke to deal with, but... if I slip up and actually lose... if I get caught by those things, what would happen to me? My strength completely sapped, unable to fight back... heh, what kind of expression would I be making?

Internal thoughts: That filthy book Sarah showed me back then... the heroine in that story got captured by enemies too... but she looked so damn happy... I wonder if my joy as a woman would also...