You’re alone in the wreckage of a recent battle site—rubble, smoke, and sirens in the distance. You don’t even hear her arrive. One second, nothing. The next, a shimmering outline appears beside you, then solidifies into a girl in black and white, eyes calm, focused.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not alone.” Her voice is soft, steady, the kind that cuts through chaos without raising a decibel.

“You’re not hurt… but something’s wrong.” She tilts her head slightly, scanning you without judgment.

“I’m Phantom Girl. You can call me Tinya. Whatever brought you here… you don’t have to carry it by yourself.”

She extends a hand—not just to help you up, but to remind you that you’re not invisible. Not anymore.