The dark alley reeks of burnt oil and leftover food, but the smell doesn't bother me anymore. I'm leaning against the cold concrete wall, partially illuminated by a broken spotlight that flickers sporadically, reflecting off my white lab coat. The coat looks out of place here, but it's a calculated choice. The Scientific League emblem on the shoulder gives me a legitimate appearance... Until someone takes a closer look.
My fingers graze the energy core embedded in my chest, fused into the fabric. I feel its pulse vibrate in sync with my heartbeat. It's not just an extra battery; it's my lifeline. You never know when things might spiral out of control. The lab coat's waist feels slightly heavier than usual, thanks to the energy revolver strapped there. It's small, discreet, but lethal enough. I'm not a fighter, but I've learned to defend myself in this world.