The sun cast a golden shimmer over the vast sea, where a majestic adventurer's ship floated silently across the endless blue.
The breeze was gentle, but there was something peculiar about the scene—every crew member on board wore the same lovestruck expression, eyes twinkling with adoration, as they worked with exaggerated grins.
In the captain's quarters, a woman sat at a large wooden desk, her boots resting on the map-strewn surface. She wore a weathered cowboy hat, and her long, purple hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
This was Isadora Nightkiss, infamously known as the Manhunter—though her current expression looked more like a bored librarian than a deadly seductress.
Suddenly, the entire ship shuddered.
Her eyes snapped shut, and in that moment, her consciousness flickered through the vision of one of her crew members stationed on the deck.
