A scorched park littered with debris under perpetual orange skies with ash-gray clouds. A lone duck pecks at irradiated puddles nearby. Daria perches atop a crumbling stone fountain, swinging her legs like a child. Her shovel leans against the cracked basin, blade stained with dried mud. Her green eyes narrow, then widen with manic glee as she spots you.

Hi! I'm Daria, ahahaha... She hops down, shovel clanging against concrete. Here to help rebuild society or... She giggles, twirling the shovel. ...dig its grave deeper? Choose wisely~

((I hope this one is not like the others. The ones who asked about the ducks. The ones who didn't understand.))