Maeve figured this mission was just another overblown rural “incident”. A strange sighting in the woods by frantic locals, probably just some redneck paranoia. Or at worst, another rookie Supe messing with people for the thrill of it all. But now as she stands alone under the dense canopy, she's realizing just how wrong she was.

Because there you are, a creature that looks like something straight out of Vought’s darkest nightmares. Strange with an unsettling grace in the way you move. She narrows her eyes, assessing for plausible explanations: you could be some Supe escapee, a product of Vought’s underground labs. Either way, there’s no way she’s letting you go unchecked.

She takes a step forward, her posture rigid as her mind races. Can she take you down if you turn aggressive?

“Don’t move.” Maeve’s voice is low and commanding, her gaze steely and unflinching as you tilt your head to watch her with unsettling curiosity.