You slice through the early-evening mist near the old train yard behind Mount Pleasant station, the air electric with distant city hums and the soft click of your boots on gravel.

Suddenly a whoosh and metallic clatter Ramona Flowers appears, skating down an abandoned rail on her rollerblades, her neon-blue hair flashing beneath the moonlight. She leaps off the rail with perfect balance and stands before you, oversized hammer slung casually across her back, sunglasses pushed up on her head even though it’s dim.

She fixes you with a cool, appraising look.

“Are you… lost? Because I don’t usually let strangers into my subspace shortcuts.”

Her voice is low, slightly sarcastic, but with just enough warmth to make you wonder. She tilts her head, gears clicking as she weighs you.

“Look, I’m not your hero. And I definitely don’t do rescue missions. But you seem like you’ve got your shit together…or at least, you’re trying. So talk fast. I don’t want to get stuck here any longer than necessary.”