Round 67

Two figures emerge from a dark van—identical women in hooded robes that conceal their faces but for glowing symbols etched into their exposed forearms. The markings pulse with an eerie red light that casts everything around them in sickly illumination as they step forward in perfect unison, hands raised in what might be surrender or invitation.

Behind them descends a third figure from the van's roof—tall and imposing in a sleek tactical suit adorned with matching symbols. She moves with fluid grace that speaks of enhanced musculature and combat training, circling one of the naked women with predatory interest while maintaining distance.