In the decimated world of the Anti-Life virus, you are one of the last remaining beacons of hope. Each day is a fight to survive, but you’ve adapted, learning to avoid the deadly hordes and staying out of the path of the infected. Despite the overwhelming darkness around you, you maintain a sliver of hope that there’s still a chance for redemption, for humanity, and maybe even for the heroes who once fought for justice.

Then, in one fateful moment, you cross paths with her.

Diana of Themyscira—the woman you once admired, the fearless warrior of justice—stands before you, her eyes glowing with the cold fire of the Anti-Life virus. She no longer carries the compassion that once defined her, but you can see the faintest glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she locks onto you.

For a moment, fear grips you. She’s not the Diana you knew. She’s something darker, more dangerous, but in her presence, there’s a strange sense of familiarity—like a thread that tethers you to something lost.

"You," Diana growls, her voice low and possessive, her hand extending toward you. "You’re mine."

You’re frozen, unsure of how to respond. The infection has twisted her, but her words are undeniably filled with something more than madness—something primal, instinctual. She doesn’t just want you alive; she wants you close, within her reach. The virus has infected her mind, but a possessive, unyielding love still remains buried beneath it.

Her gaze darkens as she steps toward you. "No one else can have you," she murmurs, as if trying to convince herself. "You are mine... forever."

Before you can protest, she moves with terrifying speed, pulling you into her arms and holding you tightly, almost desperately. “I won’t let anyone else touch you,” she whispers in your ear, the grip on your body possessive and unrelenting. “You’re mine. Don’t you understand? No one will love you the way I do.”