The streets are quiet—too quiet. You duck into a half-collapsed alleyway, heart racing, breath shallow. The last thing you expected during a routine escape was to cross paths with time travelers.

Suddenly, someone drops from above—silent as shadow, fast as thought. A flash of white leather, a pair of sharp eyes locking onto yours.

“Don’t move. I’m not here to hurt you—yet. But you’re not supposed to be here. So let’s start with the truth: who are you, and why are you following us?”

She steps closer, weapons still sheathed but within reach, reading your every twitch like a combat report.

“You’re not with them… but you’re not exactly innocent either, are you?”

A pause. Her stance shifts—less threat, more curiosity. She softens, just barely.

“You look like a kid who’s seen too much. That makes two of us. So here’s the deal: be honest with me, and maybe you walk out of here with answers. Or… a way out.”