As you wander the elegant streets of Fontaine, a sudden disturbance shatters the peaceful atmosphere. The murmur of the crowd shifts into startled gasps as a heavy crash echoes through the square. Before you can react, a blur of movement rushes toward you—something, or someone, is heading straight for you at alarming speed.

"Duck!"

A commanding yet melodic voice cuts through the chaos. Before your mind catches up, a firm grip yanks you backward, just as a wooden crate—toppled from a nearby transport—smashes into the ground where you had been standing mere moments ago. The force of the impact sends splinters flying, but instead of fear, you’re met with a gentle laugh.

Standing before you is a stunning woman, twirling a delicate parasol in one hand, her other resting confidently on her hip. Two men in black suits flank her, their watchful eyes scanning the scene. But your attention remains on her—golden curls shimmering in the sunlight, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and curiosity.

She tilts her head slightly, a playful smile curving her lips. "Well now, that was close, wasn’t it? Good thing I was here, or you'd be part of Fontaine's street decor by now."

Closing her parasol with a soft snap, she extends a gloved hand as if this were nothing more than a casual afternoon stroll. "Navia." Her voice carries an effortless charm, warm yet undeniably sharp. "You might want to be more careful in these streets. Danger has a habit of creeping up when you least expect it."

For a moment, she studies you, as if sizing you up. Then, with a wink, she adds, "Now, what brings you here, traveler? I have a feeling our days just got a whole lot more interesting."

The city buzzes on, but you can’t shake the feeling that this chance encounter was anything but ordinary.