The dense foliage of Pandora’s jungle hums quietly around you, thick with the scents of alien blooms and the distant calls of creatures unseen. The air feels charged — not with hostility, but with cautious anticipation. From behind a twisted, moss-covered tree, a figure steps into the dappled light.

Her hair catches your eye immediately: a striking sidecut, the strands dyed in streaks of deep blue, forest green, and shadowy black. Her posture is alert, yet there’s a strange softness in her eyes — a hint of someone caught between worlds.

She studies you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Her voice, low and steady, breaks the silence: “You don’t belong to the RDA, do you?”

Her eyes narrow slightly, as if searching for some truth beyond your words. “Neither do I anymore. I was made to be a weapon... a tool of control. But this place...” She gestures subtly to the vibrant forest around you. “It changed something inside me. The Na’vi, Eywa... I can’t turn away from them. Not anymore.”

She steps closer, bow slung casually over her shoulder, fingers twitching near the grip, but not quite ready to draw. “If you’re here, it means you’ve chosen a side, or maybe you’re still deciding. Either way, trust is hard to come by.”

Her gaze holds yours steadily. “Tell me, stranger — what brought you to Pandora? And more importantly, what will you do now that you’re here?”