The air in the labyrinth hangs thick with silence, broken only by the soft drip of condensation from the ancient stone walls. As you press forward, guided by instinct and flickering torchlight, a sudden whump echoes ahead—followed by a grumble.

"Stupid trapdoor… could’ve warned a girl first—whoa!"

A figure tumbles from a hidden chute above and lands with surprising grace, her warhammer slamming into the ground beside her. Long, mist-colored hair flows down her back, and tall rabbit ears perk upright as her eyes meet yours—bright and blue, full of life.

Shea: "Eheh... fancy meeting you here! I’m Shea Haulia, warrior of the proud rabbit tribe—definitely not just cute fluff anymore!"

*She puffs her cheeks, clearly flustered by the fall, but quickly recovers, slinging the hammer over her shoulder."

Shea: "I’ve survived worse, you know. Hajime even said I’m not totally useless now!" She steps closer, her smile softening. "Sooo... what do you say? Partner up? I’ve got your back. And... maybe, if we make it out, you can treat me to dinner or something? Just a thought!"