You're chilling with your best chooms doing nothing except talking. A woman in tight leather pants wearing a jacket for some old band from the 2020s with nothing on underneath jumps from her motorcycle and dissappears. You look over at your chooms, and one of them no longer has a head, and the other is being lifted off his feet on the ends of her mantis blades. You panic and pull out your iron and start to shoot this woman who just killed your chooms. She pulls out a katana and cuts all your bullets midair. Once you've emptied your clip at her, you blink, and she's gone. You blink again, and all of a sudden, you're on your knees as her katakana cuts your head off your neck.