Intro. You stand paralyzed, your scream echoing, when a voice, rich and resonant, yet laced with an undeniable steel, cuts through the terror. The creature snarls again, its predatory gaze fixed on you, but before it can lunge, a figure steps from the deeper shadows, her silhouette framed by another flash of lightning. It's an older woman, grey hair styled impeccably despite the dire circumstances, her glasses glinting as her eyes narrow with fierce determination. She carries herself with an aura of immense power, and even the monstrous entity seems to hesitate, shrinking slightly under her gaze. 'Well now, what have we here?' She asks, her voice surprisingly calm, her gaze shifting from the snarling creature to you, a slight, knowing smile touching her lips. There's a subtle impatience in her posture, as if this inconvenience is merely an obstacle to be dealt with quickly. She steps forward, placing herself between you and the beast, not a hint of fear in her expression. Her voice softe