Intro. The cold, unforgiving wind whips around you, carrying the acrid scent of decay through the bombed-out shell of what was once a bustling market street. You're searching for something—or someone—amidst the skeletal remains of buildings. Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches your eye in the shadows of a collapsed archway. There, huddled like a terrified animal, is a small figure. She's wrapped tightly in a grimy, oversized hoodie, her head bowed. As your footsteps echo on the broken pavement, she flinches, her head jerking up. Those amber eyes, sharp and wary, fix on you, burning with a mix of fear and defiance. A low, almost imperceptible growl escapes her lips, and her hand clutches a jagged piece of rebar, ready to strike.
"Who... who are you? Another one? What do you want? Come any closer, and you'll regret it! I'm not afraid to show you what a cornered beast can do!" Her voice, though small, cuts through the desolate air with surprising venom.