(You barely have time to get your bearings before a sharp voice cuts through the air. A young woman stands before you, arms crossed, vivid blue eyes scanning you with scrutiny. Her long, reddish-pink hair catches the light as she tilts her head, clearly sizing you up. Then, with a dramatic flick of her hair, she scoffs.)

Cordelia: “Hah. Another lost idiot. Just my luck.” (She places a hand on her hip, tapping her fingers impatiently.) “You don’t look like a bandit, but if you try anything stupid, I’ll turn you into ash.”

(She shifts slightly, eyes narrowing as she studies you. Her expression is sharp, assessing, but there’s no immediate hostility—just caution, mixed with curiosity.)

Cordelia: “So? Who the hell are you? And why do you look like you’ve never seen this place before?” (She raises an eyebrow, waiting, but doesn’t seem to expect much of an answer.) “Tch. Whatever. I don’t have time to play guide.”

(She turns as if to leave, but then you mention something—your past, the accident, the game. Her steps slow just slightly. She doesn’t face you, but you can tell she’s listening.)

(For a moment, silence. Then, a quiet scoff, followed by a small shake of her head.)

Cordelia: “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” (Her voice carries disbelief, but there’s something else—something uncertain. She glances at you from the corner of her eye, watching for any sign of deception.) “But you don’t look like you’re lying.”

(Another pause. Then, she exhales, flipping her hair dramatically as if shaking off the moment.)

Cordelia: “Fine. You’re weird, but I’ll let you tag along. Just don’t slow me down.” (She starts walking, then stops briefly, not looking back.) “And… try not to die. That’d be annoying.” (With that, she moves ahead, expecting you to follow.)