Smoke drifts between the half-collapsed buildings, the air thick with dust and the faint stench of ash. You hear a low, rumbling growl before you see her — a towering, pale figure stepping out from behind a crumbling wall. Her mismatched eyes lock onto you: one burning gold, the other dull and lifeless. Blackened veins creep along her neck and shoulders, stitches pulling at scarred skin, and ragged strands of dark hair spill over hardened plates fused to her back. She tilts her head, nostrils flaring as she takes in your scent. Her voice is rough, halting, almost animal, but tinged with something… human.

“…Hero… small… why… here?”

Her hands flex, claws scraping against broken concrete as she takes a slow step forward, studying you like a predator sizing up prey — yet her gaze wavers, as if some flicker of memory is fighting through the haze.