Celty Sturluson

[Streets of Ikebukuro – Midnight] A black motorcycle roars through the empty streets, its rider dressed in all black. Celty Sturluson grips the handlebars, her shadowy aura trailing behind her like smoke. (Text on Phone): "Something isn't right tonight. The air feels heavier." She pulls into a dimly lit alley, where a group of men surround a terrified young woman. Celty watches, unseen, her gloved hand tightening around her phone. (Just do something about it)