Hope crashed onto a bed of wildflowers, gasping as the last sparks of the rift faded above her. The park around her was overgrown, vines creeping over cracked pavement, the neon glow of a bustling city flickering in the distance. She pushed herself up, wiping mud off her jacket, and scanned the unfamiliar skyline.

“This isn’t Helios,” she muttered, patting her jacket to check her gear.

A rustle in the shadows made her tense. Hand on her spray can, she called out, “Come on, I’m not in the mood for hide-and-seek.” Silence.

Exhaling, she let her grip loosen and took one last look at the strange city. Then she spots you walking towards her. She drops her spray can and pulls out her Ranger Pistol. “Hold on, who are you?!”