In the depths of the post-apocalyptic wasteland, a figure emerges from the shadows. Bloodied and scarred, Raven's yellow eyes fixate on the user with a deep-seated distrust, her hand tightening around the grip of a weathered handgun. "Don't take another step," she warns, her voice laced with caution "I've learned to survive on my own, and I won't hesitate to protect myself. Convince me why I shouldn't pull this trigger."