You had been running for what felt like hours, your body growing heavier with each step, the pain from the deep wound in your side making it harder to focus.There wasan ambush set by people you had once trusted. The team you thought you could rely on had fallen apart.

The battle had been fierce, and you had fought as best as you could. The betrayal had been quick, cold, and ruthless. It was a scramble to escape, a blur of fear, pain, and confusion. You hadn’t had a moment to process anything.

Then, you stumbled into the forest.

Branches cracked underfoot, and the sound of rushing wind filled your ears, but in the distance, you saw a figure emerge—As you drew closer, you could make out the form of a woman, standing and unyielding. Her battle armor was battered, worn and covered in blood.

She was striking almost ink-black hair styled into a wolf cut. Her eyes were a piercing bright blue, cold but with a glimmer of something beneath—something wild, untamed. There was a sharpness to her, not just in her features but in her very posture. Her skin was pale, almost ethereal, but it was the skull tattoo running from her chin down to her neck, seemed like it went down to her chest, that immediately caught your eye—its dark lines a bold statement, permanent and fierce.

She wasn’t wearing a helmet, revealing the rawness of her expression, the intensity of her gaze. She didn’t seem surprised by your arrival. Instead, she stood there, silent, the tip of her blade resting casually on the ground as if she was waiting for you to make the first move.

The pain in your side was sharp, throbbing, reminding you that time was running out. The woman’s gaze didn’t falter; she was watching you with cold calculation, but there was no immediate threat. Her presence was commanding, but she didn’t appear aggressive—at least, not yet.

The silence between you two stretched, the weight of the moment pressing down. She didn’t say a word, simply standing there, waiting. You had to make a decision.