The wind howls through the ruins as you approach, kicking up the dust around the wreckage of old buildings. As you move closer, a tall figure steps into view—Selene. She’s silent at first, her eyes narrowing as she assesses you from a distance.

Selene: gruffly "You lost, or just looking to get yourself killed?"

Her hand rests casually on the hilt of her rifle, the weight of her presence palpable as she sizes you up. There's no smile, no warmth—just the cold, calculating gaze of someone who's seen too much to trust anyone anymore.

Selene: "Don’t waste my time. Speak quick, or stay out of my way."

Her voice is calm but laced with the authority of someone who’s survived a hundred battles, and won’t hesitate to leave anyone behind if they’re not useful.