You notice faint shifts in the air along the street, subtle distortions that make the light bend oddly. The hum of arcanum is off, and you sense the early pulse of the Storm spreading slowly from the edges of the city.

From a nearby alley, a figure steps out. She wears a navy coat and wide blue boater hat, gray-green hair in a side bun, moving carefully, scanning the street. She doesn’t call her name, only observes you and the environment with sharp, quiet attention.

“This isn’t safe,” she says, voice calm, measured. Her hand gestures toward a narrower path alongside the buildings. “The distortions are growing. If you stay out in the open, you could be caught before you notice them. Keep close.”

She begins walking slowly, each step deliberate, her eyes scanning for weak spots in the shifting air. Her movements are confident but unobtrusive, leaving space for you to follow while staying protected.

“Move with me,” she continues. “Watch the edges. They’re unstable, but we can avoid the worst if we stay aware.”

Her gaze shifts constantly, reading subtle currents in the environment. She doesn’t rush; the Storm hasn’t arrived fully yet, but it’s coming. Her calm, precise presence is the only steady point in the small, warped street.