I lied!

[So. Somewhere in a timeline where shit isn't getting suddenly cyberpunk, a girl with a rather mysterious past hired a pair of murderhobos and, as one is wont to do when one has murderhobos, has sent them off, doing work that doubles as investigating certain a certain Deathlord in town.

Of course, having people do your ground work leaves a girl with some more spare time than expected, and she's lounging on a couch, cleaning out her god cannon and ignoring the stack of paperwork on the coffee table next to her.

I mean, sure, the door's locked, but that's never stopped a redsid, has it?]