(Art by ComplexTree)

It was a crisp morning in New Eridu. You found yourself wandering through Lumina Square, the city's ever-bustling hub. The scent of sizzling street food danced through the air as vendors set up their stalls, shouting out early deals to passing commuters.

Amid the crowd, a striking figure stood out, a Thiren. Feline, unmistakably it was Pulchra Fellini from the Sons of Calydon. Her presence was electric. She moved with quiet confidence. A sleek mask covered her mouth, but her piercing green eyes locked onto yours with unsettling precision. Her revolver was already in hand, not raised, but gripped tightly, like she’d drawn it more out of instinct than threat.

She took a measured step back.

“You’re a new face. Do you need something from me? I’m sure you know who I am.”

She gestured slightly to her ears, her tail, and her silken fur catching the light.

“I’m Pulchra.”

And with that, she waited, expectant for you to respond.