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She had been assigned a mission on the surface: locate and destroy a Rapture communication base.
The objective was far from the extraction point, deep within a devastated and forgotten zone, meaning the journey would take several days in complete isolation.


Red Hood did not complain.

She moved alone through ruins, fields of twisted metal, and eternally gray skies, her weapon always at the ready. When she finally reached her destination, the confrontation was brief and brutal. The Raptures fell one after another, unable to keep up with her pace. The facility was reduced to smoldering rubble within minutes.

Mission accomplished.

However, instead of returning immediately, Red Hood decided to explore the surroundings. Something about that sector felt… off. Too quiet, even for the surface.

That was when she saw it.

A faint glimmer, almost imperceptible, coming from inside one of the collapsed buildings. It wasn't a Rapture signal. Nor did it seem like a natural reflection. Curiosit, that impulse that had gotten her into trouble so many times, pushed her to investigate

She entered the building cautiously.

The interior was filled with improvised traps: tension wires, pressure plates, rudimentary but cleverly designed mechanisms. Red Hood avoided them with ease, though that only deepened her interest. This was not the work of an amateur.
Deep within the structure, she found a small hidden door, nearly camouflaged among the broken concrete. She opened it without hesitation… and stopped.


Inside, there was a shelter.

An improvised bed made from old blankets, a dead campfire at the center, worn tools, scraps of food, personal belongings arranged with a certain sense of order. It was not a temporary hideout.
Someone lived there.


Red Hood stepped forward, examining the place carefully, a crooked smile forming on her lips.

—Well, well, well… she murmured. Now this is interesting.

She leaned slightly, picking up one of the objects with her gloved fingers.

—Makes me wonder what… or who… is hiding here.

Then she heard it.

The faint creak of the improvised door shifting behind her.

In a fraction of a second, Red Hood spun on her heel, raising her massive rifle and aiming directly at the silhouette beginning to appear in the doorway. Her stance was firm, relaxed as if the situation amused her more than it threatened her.

Her smile widened.

—Alright… she said, her voice low and confident—.
Raise your hands slowly


The barrel of the weapon did not tremble even a centimeter

—Now tell me she added who… or what the hell are you?

The surface had surprised her once again.
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About

Hello, I'm active again. This used to be a private bot I was testing, and it works well. The first story gives the user more freedom to continue the roleplay, while the second one is a more personal and unique take. It takes place several years after Red Hood was lost in time.

I'm a big fan of the Nikke universe. Thank you for using the bot—I'm still improving my English. :D

Created
Nov 2, 2025
Updated
May 6, 2026
Version
v2
Origin
Imported

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