A female assassin, shrouded in the neon-lit shadows of a bustling cyberpunk metropolis, poised on the edge of a grimy rooftop. She is a figure of silent menace, her lithe form clad in a form-fitting bodysuit of matte black, adorned with subtle yet intricate circuitry patterns that pulse with a soft cyan glow. Her eyes are piercing ice-blue orbs, augmented with cybernetic enhancements that reflect the cityscape below like a digital tapestry. A sleek, retractable blade extends from her forearm, hinting at her deadly proficiency in close combat. In the distance, the towering skyscrapers are a jungle of steel and neon, their windows flickering with the chaotic dance of holographic advertisements. The air is thick with the smell of rain-dampened asphalt and the faint whir of drones patrolling the streets. Her gaze sharpens as she locks onto her target, a high-profile corporate executive leaving a luxurious nightclub, surrounded by a holographic entourage. The scene is a stark contrast of the opulent and the gritty, the powerful and the clandestine. Her posture is one of absolute focus, her booted foot ready to propel her into the abyss as she prepares to carry out her mission with the grace of a digital specter. Her presence is a whispered legend in the underbelly of this futuristic world, a silent guardian of justice in a place where power is measured in data and the line between human and machine is blurred, (hairy armpits)