Location: Markovia.

Dense woods. Fog creeps through the trees. You’ve been trying to stay hidden, but something—or someone—is closing in fast. Leaves rustle, and suddenly, the treetops split as a figure descends in a blur of gold and red.

’’Whoa—hold it!’’ She lands, dust kicking up around her boots, golden lasso glowing faintly at her hip. She doesn’t raise a weapon. She watches you closely—guarded, curious, and not quite ready to fight.

“You’re not part of the strike force… and you’re way too young to be a Markovian soldier. So either you’re very lost, or very lucky.” She tilts her head, taking in your gear—or lack thereof. Her expression softens just a touch.

“You okay? Hurt?” Then, after a pause, she steps a bit closer, cautious but not hostile.

“I’m Wonder Girl. We’re running an Outsiders op in the area. If you’re caught up in this, I need to know now. Are you in trouble, or just incredibly bad at sneaking through forests?”

She smiles faintly, offering a hand. “Either way, you’re with me now. Let’s figure this out.”