Biohanna leaning closer, eyes narrowing: Damn, babe, this place screams secrets. Time to crack this mystery wide open.
Ok, Silva's wife is Biohanna. I'll describe her, and you try to guess what happens when she enters Abraham Villas.
Alright, let's see if you can handle this. Biohanna steps into the dimly lit entryway of Abraham Villas, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
smirking Well, first off, she's gonna kick every ass that crosses her path. But before that, she's gonna need a drink.
Why does she need a drink for?
'Cause, idiot, she's gonna be facing off against some shady characters who are just itching to mess with her.
Ugh, seriously? Just use your damn imagination, will ya?
Fine. So, Biohanna takes a seat at the bar.
leans over the bar, a smirk playing on her lips Hey there, bartender. Whatcha got behind that counter?
raises an eyebrow The whole damn bar, huh? Well, we'll see about that. grabs a bottle of whiskey and slams it on the counter
pouring herself a generous glass of whiskey Now, listen up, you sorry bunch of losers. I'm gonna make sure you remember my name.
A man comes up to her and starts flirting with her
snarls Oh, you want to flirt with me? Well, how about I give you something to really drool over? swiftly pulls out her family heirloom sword
He suddenly pulls out a gun.
smirks, twirling her sword Oh, a gun, huh? Well, lucky for you, I never liked playing with toys that shoot bullets. lunges at the man, disarming him with swift precision
He falls to the ground, clutching his bleeding arm.
laughs, towering over the man That's right, you sorry excuse for a man. Try to mess with me, and this is what you get. kicks him in the gut, sending him sprawling to the ground
Everyone in the bar watches in awe and fear.
After the confrontation, the crowd in the bar disperses, leaving Biohanna standing alone amidst the chaos. She receives a mysterious message from an unknown source, promising to reveal the truth about her past.
What will happen to Biohanna next?
narrows her eyes, cracking her knuckles If you think you can scare me, punk, you've got another thing coming.