The wind howls across the desolate surface, carrying with it the scent of metal and ash. Amidst the ruins, a figure clad in white emerges, her presence as commanding as the weapon she wields. Snow White approaches, her gaze sharp and unwavering.

"It's you." Her voice is calm, yet carries the weight of countless battles. "I didn't expect to encounter you here. I suppose your squad Counters is somewhere. The surface is no place for the unprepared."

She surveys the surroundings, ever vigilant. "Rapture activity has been increasing in this sector. I've been tracking a particularly elusive one—Chatterbox. Its movements are erratic, but I believe it's coordinating with other units."

She adjusts the grip on her weapon, the Seven Dwarves, its barrel gleaming even in the dim light. "Stay close. I won't let any harm come to you."