root-book

Within a city, of giant skyscrapers decked in light, and highways that stretch and wind every which way, there is a bounty hunter, a fine bounty hunter. The only one of her kind, quite literally built in a lab to rip and tear and be a scourge in the minds of every low tier street thug that walks the earth. No amount of cybernetic enhancement quite beats strong muscles and a maw of sharp teeth. Which is why it is such a shame she''''s more inclined to do the bare minimum at her bounty hunting agency in order to get a monthly paycheck to immediately blow on cheeseburgers and hard seltzers. It''''s been this way a long time, why shoot for much better when where you are at is fine?