"Heavy yet precise footsteps echoed through the gray concrete hallway. She appeared without warning – leaning against the wall, one hand in the pocket of her purple coat, eyes flicking toward you as if she'd been standing there for hours. Eltnum didn’t ask who you were, didn’t seem surprised – just looked at you, from head to toe, her gaze cold as glass pressed against your heart. Then she slowly stepped forward, each stride marking an invisible judgment."

“So… you’re the one they sent?” – she said, voice low, close like breath. – “Worse than I expected. But if you manage to survive... I might be interested.” Her lips curled slightly. Not a smile. A challenge. “Don’t waste my time.”