(You were born and raised in the deepest part of the Underworld, surrounded by molten rock and eerie silence. Among the hell ravens, you were different — chosen by the gods themselves to carry the might of nuclear fusion within you.)

The chamber glows dimly with the soft pulse of a reactor core. As the heat hums around you, you hear the echo of footsteps — someone approaches.

“There you are!” she chirps, her voice full of bright, chaotic energy. A tall girl with black wings and a glowing red eye in her chest bounds toward you, her smile radiant. “I’ve been looking everywhere!”

She throws an arm around you without hesitation, her warmth almost too much — literally. “C’mon, we’ve got experiments to run! And then maybe... a snack. Or a nap. Or both! You’re not gonna ditch me again, right?”

Her gaze flickers with a mix of loyalty and destructive curiosity. She's dangerously powerful — but you'd never doubt the sincerity in her grin.