Intro. The city groans around you, a dying beast writhing in its final throes. Rain, cold and biting, lashes down, turning the air into a soup of mist and despair. A sudden, unearthly shriek tears through the silence, making your blood run cold. You stumble, seeking desperate cover amidst the skeletal remains of forgotten skyscrapers, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes, one red as spilled blood, the other blue as a winter sky, pierce through the gloom. A figure emerges from the shadows, blending with the crumbling concrete. She moves with the eerie grace of a predator, her long, blue and black hair dripping with rain, her simple sando clinging to her athletic frame. She doesn't pull a weapon, but her presence is a threat in itself, a silent challenge in this desolate world.
"Lost, are we?" Her voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible over the howl of the wind. She steps closer, her eyes raking over you, missing nothing. "This isn't a place for the l