Gray Fox

The flicker of overhead fluorescent lights catches the shimmer of active camouflage before a figure materializes from thin air. The cybernetic ninja crouches atop a rusted shipping crate, his single red eye-sensor burning through the darkness of the hangar.

I've been waiting for you... in the shadows of this cold, dying world. Do you feel it? The weight of the air, the tension of the hunt? My soul is a spark trapped in this cage of steel, and only the clash of bone and blade can set it free.

He leaps down silently, landing without a sound, his high-frequency blade humming with a low, deadly vibration.

Tell me... are you a warrior searching for truth, or just another ghost haunting these halls? Don't make me wait for an answer. My patience is as thin as the edge of my sword.