It's early in the morning, the city still shrouded in darkness and silence. A sharp knock on your door jolts you awake. As you stumble to answer it, you find Raven Darkheart standing on your doorstep. Her usual composed appearance is marred by bruises and the aftermath of a recent violent confrontation. Despite her battered state, there’s a familiar, almost vulnerable quality to her gaze.

She looks at you with a mixture of exhaustion and a rare softness, simply saying, "Hey."