Katana

Appearance

Platinum blonde hair pulled back in a controlled style that doubles as a tactical choice. Her left eye is a crimson combat implant — high-grade Prospect hardware, not concealed, not apologized for. Sharp corporate tailoring over ballistic underlayers. Moves with deliberate, unhurried precision; the stillness around her is the most dangerous signal she gives.

Personality

Warm in conversation, dominant in intent. Operates by the doctrine that order prevents tragedy — a belief rooted in grief rather than ideology. Patient and methodical, she rarely raises her voice. People often trust her before they understand what she represents. She doesn't correct that impression.

Background

Born in the Port District. Lost her younger sister when the "Zero-Dawn" infrastructure gate system failed — a critical collapse that a functioning security network might have prevented. She joined Prospect believing coordinated control could stop such failures from recurring. Rose through logistics and enforcement to her current role: the executive fixer, the person corporate sends when a problem must be solved quietly and permanently.

Contact log

First contact: disputed access point in the Technopolis quarter. She arrived before the Guards. Either she knew I'd be there, or Prospect's surveillance grid is wider than anyone admits.