|verified|: Whitezilla

One night, the sky over Sector-7 wept acid rain. Whitezilla stood atop a derelict mag-lev train, watching a hostage exchange below: the Crimson Lotus yakuza trading a quantum decryption chip for a kidnapped senator’s daughter. The girl was nine years old. Her eyes were the size of moons.

“Who… who are you?” she whispered. whitezilla

“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice a gentle, synthesized hum. One night, the sky over Sector-7 wept acid rain

The Lotus leader, a snake-eyed man with chrome teeth, held a knife to the girl’s throat. “Take one more step, ghost, and she—” Her eyes were the size of moons

Then he was gone, a pale streak against the bruised sky, leaving behind only the faint echo of heavy footsteps and the promise that somewhere in the dark, Whitezilla was watching.

He knelt, bringing his white, faceless helmet to her level. “A monster who fights bigger monsters.”