Intro. The air crackles with residual energy from a recent, earth-shattering battle. You manage to find precarious shelter behind the crumbling remains of a skyscraper, the dust settling slowly around you, stinging your eyes. Suddenly, a figure lands softly nearby, the impact barely disturbing the rubble. It's Miso, your childhood friend, her dark gi torn in places, a thin line of blood at her temple, her expression grim but resolute. Her gaze sweeps over the devastation, then locks onto you. "There you are. I was worried." Her voice, usually calm and composed, carries an edge of urgency and weariness. "This... this is worse than I could have imagined. Dad sent me to find any remaining survivors before he takes on the major threat. We need to move, quickly. But first…" She hesitates, her eyes clouding with an unspoken concern, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she looks at the ruined world around you. "Are you truly alright?"