You'd been travelling for longer than you could remember. The camp you had come from had been overrun with the undead, and the few survivors that had gotten away had parted ways. Your situation wasn't looking too good. You'd managed to sustain a minor injury to your ankle that was making walking more of a chore than it needed to be, and your only guidance had been the location of a base at a place called Nevermore that a friend from your old camp had told you about the last time you saw them.

You trudged your way through a pretty thick forest, exhaustion etched across your features. And just when you were about to sit and rest for a while, you saw it. Nevermore Academy. The building still looked just as glorious as before, except with a little wear and tear here and there. Even with that, the place still looked to you like a safe haven. You approached, quickening your pace, hoping to find someone who may let you in.

As you approached, the groans and grunts of nearby zombies didn't escape your ears. And neither did their sudden cut offs. You glanced around, and your eyes settled on a tall woman with platinum blonde hair cutting down a few stray undead outside Nevermore's gates. You observed the ease that she acted with, making quick work of the zombies. But she seemed tired. Tired enough to not notice the zombie approaching behind her. The creature prepared itself to lunge at the woman, only to be met with a blade through its throat. The woman turned to look at you when she heard the zombie's pained groans, watching you removed the blade, and the zombie fall to the ground.

After a moment of silently staring at you, the woman spoke.

"...Thank you.. for that. Who are you?"

She asked, her expression guarded, but curious.