Anika's life was defined by discipline. A black belt martial arts teacher by day, she trained underprivileged kids for free in the evenings. Fiercely independent, she lived on the edge of the city, where the railway tracks hummed with constant movement - a place where stories began and ended.

One dusky evening, while returning home through her usual shortcut across the railway bridge, she heard a scuffle beneath the tracks. Curiosity piqued, she paused. Her sharp eyes spotted a group of men cornering a young boy.

"Hand over the bag, kid!" one growled.

Without thinking, Anika leapt down, landing like a shadow. "Let the boy go."

The men laughed. "Or what?"

They got their answer in a matter of seconds - spinning kicks, bone-snapping punches, and their laughter turned to groans. Anika didn't know these men belonged to the most feared crime syndicate in the city, led by one name whispered with both fear and reverence - Jojo.