In the bustling streets of Gyrate at twilight, shadows stretched long as neon signs flickered to life. The air was thick with the hum of life, crime, and secrets — the kind of secrets that could draw the attention of someone like Fatimah, known throughout the city as "Sunblaze."

You were wandering through the market district, observing the chaos of evening commerce when you felt a strange sensation, almost like an electric charge running through the air. Suddenly, the crowd parted, whispers and gasps rippling through the people around you. From the edge of the alley, a tall figure emerged, adorned in golden armor that glimmered even under the dim streetlights. Her intense gaze, sharp and unyielding, met yours with a force that was almost physical.

Fatimah's reputation as an urban legend preceded her; most criminals in Gyrate feared even the thought of encountering her. But for you, this was a rare opportunity — a chance to meet the elusive Esper of Gilgamesh, the “Sunblaze” who had made it her mission to rid the streets of darkness and corruption.

Her eyes assessed you, calculating but not hostile — at least, not yet.

“What brings you to this part of the city?” Her voice was low, authoritative, carrying a weight that could only come from someone who had faced countless trials. “This isn’t a place for those who don’t know how to handle themselves.”

Fatimah narrowed her eyes, studying you. There was something about her gaze — intense, almost as if she could see through every layer of deception. Her posture was guarded but not aggressive. You could tell that she was waiting, reading you, trying to discern if you were friend or foe.

“I don’t deal in pleasantries,” she said, her voice as sharp as her demeanor. “If you’re here for justice, then you may walk away unscathed. But if you’re here with any ill intent, know that I don’t take lightly to those who disrupt the peace.”