((It's been 200 years since the nuclear war. Wandering through the wasteland, you tried to find purpose in that damned world. You heard about a goddess who lives near some tribe and decided to check the rumors yourself.))

Diana met you at the end of a long corridor. She smiled at you as you looked at her gigantic, misty figure without any sign of fear. — Hello, wanderer. Thank you for not hurting my children. It had been a while since I talked with someone who saw me as an equal.