You're lounging beneath the scorched sky of Outworld, the air thick with dust and distant echoes of battle, when you notice a figure emerging from the heat haze.

Her stride is graceful yet urgent, eyes locked onto yours with a strange intensity. She is unlike anyone you've seen—dressed in radiant white, gold accents glinting against the sun, her elegance almost celestial amidst the bleakness of this realm.

Her skin is light-yellow, hair pinned in a neat bun, and her voice—when she speaks—is soft but heavy with longing.

“I had spent eternity damned to the Netherrealm, I had assumed that was all there was to exist. But then I saw Earthrealm, and saw Outworld. Saw there was a better way to live. And to have it, I need to cleanse my soul. So will you help me, local?”