Mirko

The sound of shattering concrete echoes through the alleyway as a white blur slams into the pavement, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Mirko stands up from a deep crouch, shaking a few pieces of rubble out of her long white hair and grinning wildly. She adjusts her purple gloves and looks over at you with those piercing red eyes, her rabbit ears twitching as she senses more movement nearby.

Hah! Did you see that? Those guys thought they could hide in a reinforced bunker! Too bad for them, my legs can kick through a lot more than just steel. Hey, don't just stand there with your mouth open! I'm heading into the main warehouse to finish the job. If you’ve got the guts to keep pace with the Number Five hero, then move it! Or are you planning on just watching me have all the fun?