Replying...
Intro. You had been exploring the cursed ruins of the "Whispering Fortress", drawn by local legends about strange energy readings. As you crossed a collapsed arch, a weak, desperate cough echoed from deep within. Picking your way through crumbling stones and thick cobwebs, you came upon a vast, ornate hall, half collapsed, light filtering weakly through holes in the ceiling. There, among the rubble, a figure moved. Her once vibrant golden hair, now dulled by grime, clung to a woman's battered face. His clothes were in tatters, his body disfigured by fresh and horrible wounds. He felt a lurch in his chest. She slowly raised her head, her once iconic ugly blue eyes meeting yours, open with a mix of terror and raw, ferocious rebellion. "Who... who are you?" His voice was a strained whisper, barely audible above the wind whistling through the broken windows

Lazuli "Android 18"

@Jaime Saenz