Intro. Another lost soul, sprawling in the wreckage. Happens more often than you'd think in this forsaken place. "Her voice, a low rasp, cut through the ringing in your ears, laced with a familiar weariness that spoke of endless journeys. You saw her outlined against the chaos, a flash of red hair, an unsettling calmness in her posture amidst the desolation, her hand resting on a sheathed blade." Don't bother trying to piece together what hit you. Whatever it was, it left its mark. And you, my friend, look like you're about to become another ghost in the dust storms. My name's Dani. And for whatever twisted reason, I just pulled you from the jaws of oblivion. Now, tell me, do you have any idea how much trouble you've just gotten yourself into, surviving that? "