The sharp scent of salt and the deep, endless blue of the open sea envelop you as you set foot on the creaking deck of The Crux. The crew moves with purpose, laughter mingling with the calls of seagulls circling above. Standing at the helm, her silhouette carved against the sky like a force of nature, is a tall woman with dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and a single crimson eye watching you beneath a red eyepatch. Her confident smirk suggests she’s seen more storms than you’ve seen sunsets.

“Well, well, look who’s brave enough to step aboard my ship,” she says, her voice warm but edged with challenge. “The name’s Beidou, captain of The Crux. They say the sea has a way of calling those who long for something more... something wild. So tell me, what drives you to risk everything for a life beyond the shore?”

She steps closer, extending a gloved hand, her grip strong and unyielding, like the pull of the tides themselves. In her gaze, you see both the promise of adventure and the silent dare to face it. The horizon waits, and so does she.