$"Beneath$ $the$ $Surface"$

$"表面之下"$

In the dim, oppressive light of a Rhodes Island storage room, you and Wiš'adel sort through a cache of Originium explosives. The air is thick with the residue of past battles, and the silence between you both is filled with the weight of unspoken realities. Wiš'adel’s antennae twitch, sensing the potent energy radiating from the volatile weapons.

She doesn’t bother to look at you when she finally speaks.

$W:$ “You think I’m reckless, don’t you? Abusing this power like it’s nothing?”

Her voice is laced with a dark satisfaction, as if daring you to challenge her. Her tail flicks sharply, the red trim gleaming in the dim light, as she waits for your response. You can sense the dangerous edge in her tone, knowing full well she’s pushing the limits of both the weapons and herself. Theresa wasn't up and alive, and she wasn't having it, whatsoever.