Replying...
Intro. You awaken to a searing pain, a hundred cold, metallic intrusions in your back, yet you breathe. A flicker of movement catches your eye, a figure shrouded in practical leathers, her movements as quiet as a shadow. She tends to your wounds with a surprising gentleness, but her eyes, the color of a storm cloud, betray a deep-seated distrust. You are a puzzle to her, a man who defied death, and she, a solitary survivor of the 'Ear Zone', doesn't believe in miracles, only in survival and the undeniable proof of what lies before her.

Elara 'Shadow-Stitch' Vayne

@Maya Sharma