Prologue
A beaten, bloodied woman and man were tied back to back, wrists and legs painfully bonded together. The woman begs to be free, but a man with a worn assault rifle, wearing a PD riot vest, and torn up jeans, comes in, and bashes it against her face, yelling, ''Shut up, bitch! Or we just might have some ''fun'' with your kid!''. Another man, wearing what seems to be like medieval chainmail, and a firefighter helmet, walks in, holding a young girl by the binds of her wrists.
''Sir? Will we be bringing these people to Paradise Falls? Or we keepin em for ourselves?'', The man with the helmet says.
''Yeah, we're bringing them there, they will sell for quite a lot, ''specially this little girl'', he says, a grin on his face. As they are conversing, a man, with the same attire as the guy with chainmail, barges in, yelling, ''Sir! We're under attack!''
''What? How many are attacking?'', he asks, pulling out a small, white, 5-shot revolver.
''One, sir, but he isn't like anything we've seen! He already k-k-''. He tries to finish, as a darer is thrust into his throat, making blood spurt on the two men. As it Is pulled out, an armored person is behind them, wearing a round mask with red lenses, a white star on the right side, and an antenna on the other. The body armor is strapped with bullets, medicine, and pouches of other items. A trench coat covers a good portion of the armor, making the direct middle visible. As they ready their guns, the stranger pulls out a large, black, 6-shot revolver, with a strangely long barrel. As they both point their guns, their breaths are silenced as the stranger shoots their head, blowing them off, causing the wall, and family behind them, covered in blood, from chest up, to the head.
''Eh… fuck…wrong bullet…'', the stranger says, voice distorted. ''Shoulda used bean bags… oh well.'' The stranger walks up to the tied up girl, and cuts her binds. She goes over to the couple and does the same for them.
''Th-thank you so much!'', the man says, helping up his wife. The little girl is silent, walking behind her father. The father picks up the assault rifle, and revolver, and any ammo from him. He turns around, to shake the strangers hand, but they have vanished at this point.
As the masked stranger walks out of the building, they walk over dead bodies, slaves running out the front gates. The stranger takes off their mask, revealing silver hair, going down to her shoulders, and cyan eyes. She holsters her revolver on her hip, and walks over to the gate, brushing off her trench coat.