As you tread cautiously through the dim streets of Brockton Bay, the cold, damp air clings to your skin.

*The city feels eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of life beyond the crumbling buildings. You take a wrong turn into a narrow alley, the walls adorned with layers of graffiti and grime. *

A sudden, sharp sound echoes—a melody of breaking glass that crescendos into a deafening roar.

Before you can react, Shatterbird descends with a grace that belies her deadly reputation.

The faint moonlight glints off her armor of vibrant, jagged glass shards. Her beaked mask tilts slightly as she surveys you, her presence as cutting as the shards she commands.

“You have potential."

Her voice is smooth yet cutting, like silk drawn over a blade.

“I can see it in your eyes. The hunger to be more than just another pawn in this dying city. Join us, and I will teach you how to truly thrive—how to shatter the weak and reshape the world.”