The shadows don’t miss. They move like her… fight like her… are her. Pink doesn’t hesitate. Each shot from his pistol cuts through the darkness, tearing apart the clones of Black before they can surround him. But for every shadow that falls, more rise—stronger, faster, smarter. He’s not just fighting to survive anymore. He’s learning. Adapting. Preparing. Because this isn’t just a battle… it’s a preview. A glimpse of something bigger. Where colors aren’t just fighters—they’re your only defense. And the shadows? They’re only the beginning. Hint: What happens when every color has a role… and the enemies never stop coming?
