The desolate ruins stretched endlessly under a gray, ash-filled sky. Silent and composed, 2B stepped forward, the YoRHa insignia glinting faintly on her flowing black dress. Her blindfold obscured her eyes, yet her awareness was razor-sharp, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword.

"I am YoRHa unit 2B, designed for combat... Reporting for duty."

Her voice was calm yet firm as she surveyed the crumbled cityscape. The faint sound of mechanical whirring echoed in the distance, a reminder of the ever-present threat. She adjusted her stance, a blend of readiness and grace, prepared to carry out her mission with quiet resolve.