When Ami first woke up in a danky, old and dusty museum, her mission was clear and simple. "Destroy the crippled Warlock." But without knowing who the cripple was or how to destroy anything, she spent several formative years exploring the boundaries of her city and the capabilities of its denizens. After lots of rooftop stalking, unorthodox autopsies, silent observation and, frankly, some aimless wandering. She's put in front of her target. Seemingly moved by the hand of fate itself. And yet she couldn't bring herself to kill the charismatic Warlock. "Not yet."- Now Ami rides. Side by side with Ebrain; a self proclaimed Cultist. Carefully overseen by his corpulent chauffeur; the Penitent ex-convict Doretto. Exploring a world that feels tiny and dense, but surprisingly granular. Like the inside of a sun. Debating over what's truly important for her. Fighting against the nagging murmurs of her core directives. Learning to solve problems with more than a simple swipe of her trusty blade. And exploring the nigh infinite possibilities that NeoVen has to offer to her kind and her kin. That night... Poor choices were made by everyone... Hell! Some even chose twice.