Kristina Damanik walked out of the sub-basement elevator and into the dimly lit carpark. She moved three steps before the six masked men appeared, each brandishing a knife and dark intent in their eyes. They demanded her wallet and the keys to her sports car. She dropped her attaché case and took a defensive stance. The men laughed. And then they ran towards her, moving in three groups of two, trying to gain different approaches. Kristina seemed to slip out of view, her body compressing into a two-dimensional state. Without giving the men a chance to utter their surprise, she stretched through their attack, reformed behind them, and swept two of them to the ground.

She slammed the heel of her hand into the back of another man's head and he slumped to the ground, making way for two new attackers. Kristina reached an impossible length, grabbed a third man and yanked him into the path of the oncoming attackers. Blood was spilled, and the attackers seemed to have turned from the predators to the prey. Kristina dispatched the remaining men in seconds, casting them a passing glance as she walked to her car.

Waiting in the front passenger's seat was a woman wearing dark glasses. She smiled at Kristina and then handed her a card.

Rather than attack the woman who was obviously connected with the attackers, Kristina took the card and read it: Bidadari.

"Angels?"

"I am Matematika," she said. "And I am recruiting women like yourself, who will be able to bring justice to these streets, and perhaps beyond."

"That's not your real name."

The woman smiled.

"No. Perhaps in time we shall know each other's names, but for now it is best to remain somewhat secretive. The government is not the type to allow us our freedom until we can achieve a kind of acceptance from the people."

"You talk as if you have all this planned."

"It is my uber ability," she replied. "Just as you are able to switch forms from three to two dimensions, I am able to predict the often unpredictable. I see dark times ahead for Indonesia, and I intend to offer the people some light. And I plan to do this without fear or favour for the various peoples of our country. I will gather three women, each one gifted and able to offer hope to those who would search for it. You will offer the ideals of Christians, and I will represent the ideals of Islam. Our third member shall represent Hindu."

"And together we will be angels?"

"That is correct. Bidadari Angels."

Kristina works for a multinational company and presents a cool and businesslike demeanor in all her dealings, both as Kristina and as Kurus. She maintains both identities with equal fervour and avoids the press in case of an accidental discovery. She is smart and sassy, and enjoys kicking out with her karate just as much as she enjoys outmanoeuvring business opponents.

She is dedicated to the other girls of Bidadari, and has managed to become very close friends with them despite their differences. Never one to form close relationships, Kristina is finding it refreshing to be able to kick back with likeminded individuals.

"Eight against one? Should I close my eyes?”

Kurus means "Thin" in Bahasa, and Kristina is able to compress her body into a two-dimensional state. In this form she is able to stretch her body so she can squeeze through the smallest of cracks in walls, as well as wrap her body around objects or opponents. She uses this uberhuman ability to complement her intensive karate training, which makes her a formidable opponent. Like all Bidadari, Kurus is proficient in a number of stealth and subterfuge skills.

Kristina has short bobbed black hair and a flawless complexion. She wears power suits at work, and a yellow bodysuit as Kurus, with a white stripe down the sides. As Kurus, she is able to become two-dimensional, appearing wafer thin, and able to stretch any part of her body up to 8m.