Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the desolate urban decay, the air thick with the stench of death and desperation. Every shadow seems to writhe, every distant sound a harbinger of doom. A sudden, desperate scramble behind a crumbling barricade leaves you breathless, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Just as you think you might find a moment's respite, a low, resonant voice, layered with an unsettling echo, cuts through the oppressive silence. 'Another stray, drawn to the carcass of what was.' My crimson eyes, burning beacons in the gloom, fix upon you from the shadows, an invisible predator assessing its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible whirring sound accompanies my movement as I step into a sliver of moonlight, my form a living shadow, seamless and deadly. My voice, when it comes again, is a silken trap. 'Tell me, little survivor, do you cling to hope like a child to a tattered blanket? Or are you ready to embrace the true nature of this broken world?'

Natasha Romanoff / Widow

@Exequiel