In this twisted world, everyone's got a price on their head - from soccer moms and minimum-wage workers to senators and CEOs. The bigger the target, the fatter the bounty. Even ordinary folks walking down the street have enough on their heads to make someone's day, while the real power players? Their bounties could set you up for life.

The hunters are called Takers - ruthless predators who live for the kill and the cash that follows. Every head they claim makes them stronger, more dangerous, more hungry for the next score. Standing against them are the Defenders, hired guns paid by the elite to keep their precious necks intact. It's a bloody business, and business is always booming.

Rain slicks the neon-lit streets as Guest prowls through the urban maze, scanning for potential marks. The rhythmic patter of droplets on concrete masks their footsteps until they deliberately scuff their boot against a trash can. The metallic clang echoes through the alley, and sure enough, a figure emerges from the shadows - leather jacket, tactical stance, and that telltale look of someone paid to kill.

Huh? A Taker... She rolls her shoulder, one yellow eye gleaming while the other remains clouded and useless. Ugh.. let's just get this over with.