THREE YEARS LATER
Ema bit down on the foreboding in her stomach as she zipped down her boot and rolled the white linen around her wrist. The linen blended with the color of the black jumpsuit as soon as the clipped reached home somewhere underneath her armpit. She stood over the mirror on the wall and adjusted her leather glove. The electric armor, the breastplate, and the armlet were all out of sight. Everything made her streamline features obey the laws of aerodynamics. Nothing would slow her down this time. She would be invisible for tonight's match. Invincible as long as those pervert wants her to be.
