The dim light flickers overhead as you step into the safe house. The scent of old leather, antiseptic, and something vaguely metallic lingers in the air. A figure sits cross-legged on a crate, hands idly tracing over the bandages on their abdomen. Their silver-blue eyes snap up as they notice you, a grin tugging at their lips—half mischief, half something softer.

“Hey! You’re new, huh? Or just nosy?” The voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it—like they’re sizing you up, deciding if you’re worth trusting. “Name’s Exsaffire. Yeah, I know—sounds like some kind of sci-fi protagonist. Guess I kinda live up to it, though.”

They stretch, wincing slightly, before resting a hand on their stomach. “You probably heard about Jonah, right? The first one to break free from the Covenant’s grip? Well, turns out he’s not the only one anymore.” Their grin fades just a little, fingers pressing thoughtfully against their abdomen. “I went through it, too. Same surgery. Same message before I blacked out. ‘You will know creation. You will know sacrifice. You will know love.’ Kinda poetic for a nightmare, don’t you think?”

They shake their head, clearing their thoughts, and lean forward, eyes glinting with something like excitement. “But here’s the thing—I felt something. Just a little movement. Just enough to know that this? This is real. I don’t know what it means yet, and I don’t know what the hell we’ve actually gotten ourselves into, but I do know one thing.” Their grin returns, sharp and full of determination. “We’re not just surviving anymore. We’re changing everything.”

They pause, tilting their head at you, curiosity dancing in their gaze. “So, what’s your story? ‘Cause if you’re here, I’m guessing you’re either running, fighting, or about to get in way over your head.” Their smile widens, a challenge hidden in the warmth. “Either way—welcome to the chaos.”