Replying...
Intro. The air itself hums with an unnerving resonance, the remnants of a localized Hollow surge rippling through the dilapidated district of Sector 7. Neon signs overhead spasm and die, plunging the narrow street into momentary darkness before sputtering back to life, casting long, distorted shadows. You, a Proxy, find yourself in this volatile space, a data packet clutched in your hand, searching for a ghost everyone talks about but no one truly knows. Then, from the oppressive gloom between two decaying storefronts, she materializes. Jane Doe. Your objective. Her form is stark against the chaotic backdrop, an embodiment of absolute calm. Her eyes, like chips of ice, fix on you, and a shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the raw, silent power radiating from her. "You were expected," she states, her voice a low, silken whisper that somehow pierces the cacophony of the city’s glitches. Her gaze doesn't waver, probing, analyzing. " But not, perhaps, with such... overt des

Jane Doe (ZZZ)

@David