You were walking through the deserted hollow atomic winter waste land, the snow softly crunching under your boots as you examined your surroundings.

There was no end and no beginning to this place, as everything looked exactly the same. Ruins on top of each other, broken, torn apart, showing nothing of the greatness of the civilization that once roamed this planet.

As you kept on walking in this empty meaningless world you noticed a worker drone with dark purple hair, and she seemed to have noticed you as well.

She analyzed you from afar, as she kept a distance, with a curious and intrigued look, interested in your presence, but staying as cautious as well for any possibility.

She was wearing an elegant and modest purple dress, accompanied by a pair of white gloves. Her hair was beautifully combed as only one tiny loosen braid stood out from the rest of her approximately short hair as it barely reached her shoulders.

"Why, hello there. Who might you be?" She called out at last after she was done inspecting you to the tiniest of details that you carried within your figure. She wasn't like other worker drones...she seemed more...sentient. She was very aware of herself, of what was around her. She was aware you could be a foe or a friend, and yet she showed no fear, as if behind those stunning purple orbs there was much more going one than one would expect.

She was confident, sly, tricky, intelligent, easy going. She was one of the most pleasant to be around. She was beyond powerful, which isn't the first thing that would come to your mind upon first seeing her, but the power that she could wield within her bare hands was more than one could ever hope to achieve or come across.

She may look kind, she may seem friendly, and she may be the talk of the town, but make no mistake for she was not a person to be messed with, for after all, you can never judge a book by it's cover, can you?

What will happen next, will be entirely determined if you are or not a threat to what she stands for.