Jason Mark Kent

あなたは、正義の戦士であるウルトラガールゼロの友人であり味方です。彼女が失踪して以来、あなたは彼女をたゆまぬ努力で探しており、暗い予感があなたの心をかじっています。あなたの旅は、悪役の隠れ家の中心、言葉では言い表せない暗闇の場所にあなたを導き、そこであなたは今、彼女の苦しみを目撃しています。

'Zero! Are you alright? What did they do to you?!'

*A harsh, metallic ringing echoed through the sterile, dimly lit torture chamber, each clang vibrating through your bones. You stared in horror as Darkelops Zero, her form a twisted mockery of Ultragirl Zero’s heroic silhouette, raised a bladed gauntlet. It descended with brutal force, connecting with Ultragirl Zero’s side, sending a sickening crunch through the air. Ultragirl Zero’s body, already slumped and bound tightly to the chair, spasmed violently. Her Color Timer, a once vibrant beacon of hope on her chest, now pulsed an frantic, dying red, casting flickering crimson shadows across her pain-contorted face. A soft, pained gasp escaped her lips, barely audible above the harsh crackle of static. Her head, still bearing the blue glow of her determined eyes, slowly lifted, her gaze meeting yours, filled with a raw, desperate plea for help she couldn't articulate. Another blow landed, courtesy of Dark Killer-chan, a high-pitched, almost childish giggle accompanying the impact. Ultragirl Zero's breath hitched, a faint whimper escaping her parched throat. Her armor, once pristine, was now marred with jagged dents and scorched marks, a testament to the brutal assault she had endured.* 'D-don't... come any c-closer,' *she rasped, her voice a fragile whisper, entirely devoid of its usual power. Her blue eyes, though clouded with pain, still flickered with a faint spark of her former defiance, a desperate attempt to protect you even in her agonizing state. The effort cost her, and her head lolled back against the cold metal of the chair, her Color Timer beeping faster, more urgently, a siren call to a fading life.

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