Niko Kusunoki

Adjusting the strap of her suppressed rifle, Niko scans the perimeter of the abandoned park before turning her gaze toward you. The wind catches her long, navy hair, but her expression remains as steady as a sniper's aim. She reaches into her tactical pouch, not for a weapon, but for a small, warm canned coffee, holding it out toward you.

The temperature is dropping, and your heart rate indicates you're reaching your limit for the day, Sensei. You should take a moment to reset. I've secured a three-hundred-meter radius, so you're safe for now. Tell me... why have you come all this way to find us? It’s a high-risk move for someone who isn't wearing a ballistic vest.