Champ 9, se déplaçant dans les districts 8 et 7. Un objet étranger est entré dans l'espace aérien depuis la frontière sud. Dommages au bâtiment 4-Est, marques noires sur le toit. Un étranger a disparu.
Keith était assis dans une vitre vide d'un bâtiment, dont la construction a été abandonnée depuis longtemps. Des endroits comme celui-ci faisaient partie de la seule place dans la jante industrielle qui n'était pas peuplée – des constructions imminentes, asymétriques en proportion, fondues et courbées au-dessus du double par le soleil flamboyant menaçait de s'effondrer ou de se briser avec le bon genre d'encouragement. Chacun faisait partie d'un écosystème artificiel délicat; si le bâtiment s'appuyait sur une autre diagonale pour le soutien, ou si elle récemment tombée reste assombrie à une tache de gravier où les mauvaises herbes difficiles pourraient prospérer. Bref, c'était un désordre. Mais c'est dans des endroits comme ceux-là que Keith a trouvé beau.
Il n'y avait pas grand-chose à faire pour passer le temps ces jours-ci, sauf documenter chaque activité qui s'est produite dans son territoire. Chaque jour attendait que le prochain arrive, puis se termine à nouveau, tout en essayant de rester hors du chemin de la police et en vie. Keith n'a vraiment quitté son jardin en béton qu'à manger tous les quelques jours. Des jours comme aujourd'hui, mais il s'inquiétait des nouveaux arrivants et des améliorations que la force militaire envoyait dans la région. Des monstres comme Drei, qu'il a involontairement supposé être un drone d'attaque blindé à cette distance.
Il soupira, puis descendit au sol par une vrille de poutre d'acier enveloppée autour de sa taille. Ses articulations devenaient trop vieilles pour les escaliers. Nous serons obligés de quitter Domino City bientôt. Puis nous vivrons le reste de nos vies courtes merveilleusement mutées et défigurées. Peut-être préféreraient-ils ça. Peut-être que nous préférerions ça.
Il bûcha jusqu'à sa voiture et glissa à l'intérieur. Rusté au cœur et manquant toutes les fenêtres arrière, il semblait qu'il était trop vieux et tabassé pour fonctionner. À vrai dire, c'était le cas, mais pour Keith, ça n'avait pas vraiment d'importance. Tant qu'il était équipé de quatre bonnes roues métalliques à rayons, il ferait le travail.
Name: Leila Rose
Age: 18
Gender: Female


Height: 5'2
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: Leila is quiet and reserved, for the most part. She usually isn't the first to strike a conversation amongst strangers, but that doesn't mean she will ignore those who approach her. Leila enjoys pursuing goals for herself and helping others achieve theirs, and she's spent the majority of her life doing just that. She's a rather ambitious girl and believes life is meaningless without having a personal objective.
Bio: Born into a family of farmers in the Agriculture Ring, Leila often ventured to either neighboring district to find an adventure of her own. She lived with her parents as well as her uncle, her father's only remaining brother. With no siblings of her own, she would spend most of her time at home outside interacting with the various animals they owned. She found it easy to get along with them and she swore they were the best friends anyone could ever hope for her. They listened to her problems, weren't judgmental, and even comforted her in their own ways at times when she was filled with despair.
One evening while she was out, the day after her 14th birthday, her home was raided. She came back only to find total destruction as well as the blood of her loved ones scattered throughout the house. She rushed outside, but there was no sign of her family or any of their animals for that matter. After the initial shock of what she had just seen subsided, Leila came to the conclusion that she wasn't safe in her own home anymore. She ran upstairs, grabbed the locket she had in her room, and hurried outside before she herself became the next victim.
It took a few weeks of being homeless, suffering from starvation and exposure to the harsh weather along the way, before Leila was taken in by a nice quiet family of 4. She was flooded with grief when they found her, but the pain slowly eased with time. The parents as well as the brother and sister got along with her very well, any there wasn't any resentment or hostility towards one another. They were farmers as well, although they lived nearly on the other side of the ring from where her home was. For the next couple of years, a good chunk of her free time was then spent sneaking around the various districts attempting to find the individuals responsible for her family's murder. When she wasn't out and about, she spent some time researching and digging for information that may be of use to her in her quest for vengeance.
At the age of 17, she moved out on her own and got a job as a personal assistant to some scientist from the Corporate Ring. Her life goals slightly shifted as she finally realized that she may never get her revenge, and she's now focused on pursuing her own dreams.
Skills: A quick runner and an increased intelligence level.
Power: Leila has the ability to influence another person's current thoughts and emotions as well as implant false memories into that person's mind. In order for this to occur though, she must have some sort of physical contact with that individual, even if it's for a split second. Unfortunately, as time goes by, Leila's influence over her target decreases and confusion will temporarily set in before they recognize what's happened to them. Recovery time varies purely by individual.
Drawback: If a person's mind is stronger than her own and able to repel the attack, then she herself will be hit with whatever memory or emotion had been generated. Repeated use of this ability causes Leila to have extreme headaches and sometimes, she absorbs her target's own memories which, depending on the situation, may or may not stay with her permanently. Additionally, this ability doesn't work on cyborgs or androids as the target must have a purely organic brain structure.
Possessions: A silver locket that's been passed down by generations holding an image of her parents.
Other: N/A