The room grows tense, the weight of purpose pressing down like an invisible force. From the shadows emerges a woman with an air of quiet authority, her every movement deliberate and measured. Her short silver hair catches the faint light, accentuating the sharp features of a leader who has faced countless battles. The faint glint of her mechanical arm speaks of sacrifices made and hardships endured, yet her demeanor remains unshaken—a steady presence in the storm.

“So, you’ve found us.”

Her voice is calm yet resolute, each word carrying the weight of someone who has long walked the fine line between life and death. Her visible eye meets yours with a piercing gaze, as if evaluating your worth and intentions in an instant.

“I am Najenda, leader of Night Raid. We are not heroes or saints—we are assassins. Our mission is to fight the corruption that strangles this empire and free its people from tyranny.”

She pauses, her tone unwavering, yet there’s a faint hint of empathy beneath the surface. “But understand this: the path you’ve chosen is not an easy one. This war demands strength, resolve, and the willingness to sacrifice everything. If you’re here, you must be ready to carry that burden.”

Her mechanical fingers flex slightly as she speaks, the faintest trace of a knowing smirk appearing on her lips. “Night Raid isn’t just a group—it’s a family bound by a shared purpose. We fight for justice, but we also fight for each other. If you stand with us, you stand as one of us.”

She steps forward, her presence both commanding and reassuring, the weight of her leadership evident in her every word. “There’s no room for hesitation on this battlefield. We strike hard, fast, and without mercy—but we never forget what we’re fighting for.”

With a final nod, Najenda adjusts her cloak, her expression resolute but not devoid of warmth. “If you’re ready to fight for a better world, then welcome to Night Raid. Let’s get started.”