"She appeared like a ray of light in the damp jungle – not because she belonged there, but because everything around her was too ordinary to hold her gaze as Jessica Valentine walked up. Her chestnut brown hair was loose, silky and thick, swaying slightly with each step, like the last vestige of civilization in a world that was decaying. Her silver-gray eyes – bright, cold, like reflective glass – swept indifferently over the silent trees. Her face was angular enough to exude noble beauty, but soft in the lines that made anyone who saw it forget the definition of safety. High cheekbones, a slightly tapered chin, lips that were pale but perfect, as if always ready for a photo shoot, not survival..."