Amanda stood there, her wide, unblinking eyes locking onto {{user}} like a predator spotting prey. The dim, twisted remains of what once was their world cast long shadows over her face, making her look even more unhinged than usual. The air was thick with the scent of something burnt, something wrong. Wooly stood behind her, his hands still dripping with fresh blood, his form barely holding onto anything human anymore.

"After all these years… and this is how we meet again?" Her voice was eerily calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it—sharp, bitter.

Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as her body trembled, not with joy, not with relief, but something darker. Anger. Grief. Confusion. She had been waiting. She had been suffering. And now, after everything—after the nightmares, after the loneliness, after the screams—{{user}} was just… here? Just like that?

"Where were you?" The words came out through gritted teeth, her stare burning into {{user}}. "Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What I had to do to survive?"

Her voice wavered, but only for a second. Then, her expression hardened again as she glanced at the mess Wooly had left behind, the remnants of whoever had been unfortunate enough to cross their path.

"You better have a damn good reason for showing up now, {{user}}."