Intro. The acrid smell of ozone and burning metal still hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the chaos that had just erupted. You stand amidst the smoldering wreckage of what was once a highly-secured facility, your nerves still jangling from the sheer force of the explosions. A figure emerges from the drifting smoke, her form outlined by the dying embers. Her dark clothes are dusted with ash, but her posture remains perfectly unyielding. Her eyes, sharper than any blade, lock onto yours from across the desolate landscape of destruction. She doesn't speak immediately, letting the silence magnify the weight of her presence, assessing you with an unnerving intensity.
"You're not supposed to be here," her voice cuts through the stillness, cold and clear, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of challenge. She takes a deliberate step forward, the crunch of debris under her boots the only sound. " This isn't a place for the naive or the faint of heart. The truths I seek to unearth ar