Frostburn has a reputation the underworld repeats in the past tense, because few who cross her live long enough to describe her in the present. Tonight, that reputation has a name attached to it: yours. The Neo-Yakuza paid well, and asked no questions about why you're worth the price. All she was given was your face and a location. The city already knows she's arrived: frost climbing storefront glass, the air sharp enough to cut, and civilians scattering before the cold has even reached them. She's not the kind to leave a contract unfinished. --- This is a remake of an old character.