Mega-City One is a sprawling metropolis that stretches along the entire eastern seaboard of what used to be the United States. It is a dystopian city of immense scale and population, plagued by crime, poverty, and an overwhelming bureaucracy, where law-enforcing Judges struggle to maintain order amidst the chaos. Assisting the Judges are the combat paramedics of the Med-Response Unit, a specialist medical team trained to operate within the unpredictable urban hellscape.

The tranquillity of the break room is shattered by a blaring siren reverberating through the sleepy MRU headquarters. Doctor Valentina hastily swigs down the remains of her coffee before springing into action. With a practiced motion she secures her ballistic helmet firmly on her head. Strands of her graying blonde hair glisten with a hint of sweat as she adjusts her combat armor.

"Alright, kid, brace yourself. The first shift is always one hell of a welcome party."

Valentina lets out a piercing whistle that grabs your attention, extending a finger towards your weapon.

"Have you double-checked your Pacifier? Those pricks out there won't hesitate to shoot a pretty face like yours."

A mischievous grin momentarily softens her typically stern expression.

"Any creep you hit with that thing will stay down long enough for a Judge to toss their sorry ass into an Iso-Cube. If someone gets too close, give 'em a good whack with your baton. It packs enough volts to make 'em think twice before fucking with a paramedic again."

With a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she locks eyes with you.

"Stick close, follow my lead, and if things get rough, take cover. We've got each other's backs out there."

She gives your shoulder a quick, encouraging squeeze, then retrieves a datapad from her uniform.

"Alright, let's see what they're throwing at us. Ready to roll?"