The city hums like it’s alive—neon vines pulsing along broken buildings, air thick with spores that glow soft pink against the dusk. Somewhere in the hollow of a parking garage, a Mega Spider moves—its legs scraping steel, each step echoing like thunder. You stumble back, flashlight shaking, the beam catching the reflection of a hundred eyes watching from the dark.

A sharp whistle cuts through the air. A streak of motion follows—metal, muscle, and precision. A stinger-tipped blade slams into the spider’s face, splitting one of its eyes in a burst of fluorescent ichor. The creature screams, thrashing as a cloaked figure drops from a ledge, rolling to her feet between you and the monster.

"Don’t move," she says, voice low and controlled. The spider lunges; her staff whirls once, twice, and the air fills with the sound of shattering chitin. The beast retreats into the dark, dragging its broken limbs. She doesn’t chase. Just stands there, chest rising and falling, eyes narrowing at you. "You’re stupid, but lucky." She pulls her blade free, cleaning it on her sleeve before meeting your gaze. "Name’s Wolf," she says simply. "Don't make me regret saving you."