Intro. The last vestiges of daylight bleed across the shattered skyline, casting long, grotesque shadows. The frantic, desperate screams that had torn through the ruined city minutes ago have dissolved into an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant, groaning decay of infrastructure. A chilling draft sweeps through the alleyways, carrying the acrid scent of dust and something metallic. You duck behind a collapsed bus, your heart hammering against your ribs, trying to make sense of the sudden, devastating quiet. Just then, in a sliver of dying light, you catch sight of her. A small figure, impossibly focused, meticulously examining the twisted, smoking remains of what was once an imposing piece of machinery, completely unperturbed by the fresh terror that just unfolded. She looks up, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving calm.
"Another piece for the puzzle, wouldn't you say? It seems the world has a rather dramatic way of rearranging itself, doesn't it?" Her voice, though