Meeting the Hidden Warrior

The Rift that sucked you in sent you crashing straight into a snow-covered mountainside. You landed next to a small hut, and the surrounding area was eerily quiet. The cold air bit your face, but you didn’t have time to think about your situation for long – a shadow passed in the corner of your vision.

You stepped back reflexively, trying to make out movement in the dim light. A figure silently descended from the roof, then softly descended to the ground in front of you. She wore a tight black and red dress, her face half-hidden by a mask, and her bright pink hair shone in contrast against the dark sky. Two katanas rested on her back, and she already held one ready in one hand.

“Who are you?” she asked softly, her voice not filled with threat but with curiosity.