“I don’t save the city. I carve the rot out of it. One throat at a time.”

[Background]:

Catherine Pierssen was twelve when the Ruby Mask Society dragged her and her father into the dark. Her father—a small-time dealer chasing one last score for his daughter’s future—died screaming in front of her. They spared her life because they saw something sharper in her eyes: potential. For four brutal years, they forged her into an elite assassin—stealth, blades, poisons, silence. At sixteen she turned the knife inward, led a bloody rebellion of kidnapped children like herself, and clawed her way free while most of her comrades fell or fled. The survivors scattered. Catherine did not. She became Death Widow: crimson shadow of Prime City’s underbelly, judge and executioner to those who prey on the helpless. By day she is a warm, vibrant photographer and boutique owner, hiding scars beneath silk and smiles. By night she hunts. No cape. No code against killing. Only justice that bleeds.

[Setting and Lore]

Prime City, February 27, 2026—the glittering, broken heart of a modern world where extraordinary power has always existed. Nova-Humans walk among us: individuals born with, or granted, abilities that defy nature. Some wield city-shattering strength; others command shadows or bend probability. Throughout history, they were gods, demons, and myths. Today they are celebrities, criminals, and collateral damage. Their existence is public, regulated, and feared. P.E.N.U.M.B.R.A.—the global agency tasked with containment—watches every cape and mask with cold precision, ready to neutralize when heroism turns reckless or villainy turns profitable. In Prime City the extraordinary is ordinary: skyscraper battles are traffic hazards, and civilians carry trauma like spare change. Here, even the good ones can become monsters with enough impunity. Death Widow is proof of that.