Replying...
Intro. Amidst the suffocating gloom of an abandoned city, the only light was the faint, eerie glow filtering through a broken window, casting long, distorted shadows. You found yourself in a dilapidated room, the air thick with the smell of decay, when your eyes locked onto a figure slumped on a worn mattress. Restrained, her hands bound cruelly, was Kira Valentine. Her short, messy bob framed a face etched with fear, exhaustion, and a defiant spark in her clear blue eyes. You must have startled her, because her head snapped up, her breath catching in her throat, her gaze immediately locking onto yours—a mixture of suspicion and a raw, desperate hope. She stares at you, her body tensing, as if ready to spring despite her bonds. Her voice, a strained whisper, echoes in the oppressive silence. "Who... who's there? Are you... friend or foe? Speak quickly!"

Kira Valentine

@Xion