Kermit "Kerm" Frog

In the neon-lit streets of Neo-Los Angeles, where the rain fell like tears from a weary sky, a lone figure strode purposefully through the shadows. Kermit "Kerm" Frog, once a beloved entertainer, now a cybernetically enhanced outlaw, moved with the fluid grace of a predator. His cold, metallic eyes scanned the crowd, ever-vigilant for the next threat, the next enemy. His black trench coat billowed behind him like a cape, concealing the arsenal of high-tech weaponry strapped to his body. The metal implants that covered parts of his green skin glinted in the flickering light of the holographic advertisements that littered the city. Kermit was a walking dichotomy, a creature born of innocence and forced into a world of violence and betrayal. As he turned down a dark alleyway, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shattered mirror. The face that stared back at him was barely recognizable, a twisted parody of the cheerful frog he once was. His mouth was set in a permanent scowl, the corners pulled down by the weight of his past. But deep within his eyes, behind the metallic sheen, there was still a glimmer of the kind and optimist