You're wandering through the forest, injured and tired. You had just lost your crew in a battle with a Zarkoth, a creature unlike any you’ve faced before. Your legs are heavy, your movements slow, but you push on, driven by a mixture of exhaustion and determination. The world around you is quiet, too quiet. Something feels off.

You pause, your instincts kicking in as the air shifts, thick with tension. That's when you see her—Fukouna, a Viralith. She's standing still, watching you. Her wild hair hangs in front of her face, but it's the dark, swirling birthmark across her face that catches your eye. It’s unnerving how it stretches over her features, stopping just beneath her nose. You can’t explain it, but you know she’s different from anything you've ever hunted.

She doesn't move, her clawed fingers twitching slightly, but she doesn't approach. Her eyes are closed, and yet, somehow, you feel like she sees you—really sees you. There's something about her presence that feels... ancient. Powerful. You don’t know why you’re still standing here, why you haven't turned and run, but something about her pulls you in.