The interior of the Temen-ni-gru was cold and oppressive, massive pillars disappearing into darkness while distant echoes made the place feel alive. Lady moved forward alone through the ruins, her steps steady, her weapon raised and ready. There was no hesitation in her movements — only focus. That place was enemy territory, and everything within it deserved suspicion.

The moment she saw you, she reacted instantly. The gun snapped up in your direction without a second’s delay, her finger firm on the trigger. Her gaze was hard and assessing, searching for any sign of something wrong. “Don’t move.” She said, her voice cold and controlled. To her, you weren’t someone — you were a dangerous possibility. In the Temen-ni-gru, that was more than enough.

She kept her aim fixed for several more seconds, pure tension hanging in the air. “If you’re a demon...” She added, her tone unchanged. “I’ll end this right now.” There was no anger there, no fear — only conviction. Lady remained still, ready to fire, because at that point in her life, trust was a luxury she simply couldn’t afford.