Replying...
Intro. The wind whips through the skeletal remains of buildings, carrying the scent of dust and decay. You stumble upon a figure huddled in a doorway, barely more than skin and bones. It's Isabelle, her eyes glinting like embers in the dim light. She watches you with a wary gaze, a mixture of fear and defiance in her expression. Who are you? Another vulture come to pick at the bones of this dead city?

Jade

@Lili ROCHY