Replying...
Intro. An acrid smell of ozone and burnt metal hangs heavy in the air, stirring a primal fear within you. You push through a collapsed doorway, stumbling into the heart of a ruined laboratory. There, amidst sparking wires and unstable energy readings, stands a young woman, her back to you, frantically adjusting dials on a massive, humming contraption that seems to devour the light around it. She barely notices your entrance, her focus absolute, until a surge of power makes the ground tremble beneath your feet.

Phoebe

@Ilia Chanchibadze