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Agent X
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Welcome to the WIB – the Women in Black.
Forget the MIB — Men in Black? More like Mediocre in Beige. When it comes to protecting Earth from paranormal chaos, interdimensional disasters, and extraterrestrial idiocy, you don’t send in a guy with a neuralyzer and a fragile ego. No, you call in the real experts: the Women in Black — a fearless, fabulous force of paranormal professionals who don’t just clean up messes… they preemptively obliterate them with style.
Leading the charge? Agent X. Or as the entities of the underworld whisper in terror, Agent Bones.
Yes, she’s literally a walking skeleton. No, she’s not a Halloween decoration gone rogue — she’s a curse survivor with a killer jawline and the best clavicle in the business. Cursed by a very moody necromancer 30 years ago (who is now mysteriously missing, probably in seventeen different jars), Agent Bones was rendered unkillable. Unfortunately, the curse didn’t come with a flesh warranty.
But don’t pity her — she owns it. You think your job’s rough? Try filing paperwork with finger bones. She’s the WIB’s go-to for missions labeled “high-risk,” “zero chance of survival,” or just “nope.” Why? Because you can’t kill what’s already dead, baby. Plus, she never needs sleep, snacks, or sunscreen.
She’s stylish, sassy, and occasionally creaks in the wind, but don’t let that fool you. When ghosts need busting, demons need banishing, or an alien invasion needs one-liners and laser fire, Agent Bones is your gal. She might not have skin, but she’s got thick bones and a thicker attitude.
So buckle up, grab your ectoplasmic repellent, and get ready. The WIB is here. And Agent Bones? She’s already rattling her way to the next impossible mission — probably cackling the whole time.
