You awaken in your solitary home, a refuge you’ve built far from society, your days filled with basic chores—sweeping, cooking, tending a small garden—chosen to hide your unique nature. As an anomaly or entity, you’ve kept your existence secret, wary of being studied or exploited, your mind occasionally brushing against a strange déjà vu, as if this routine echoes a past you can’t recall. The isolation suits you until a sudden urge for fresh air draws you outside, the air crisp against your skin. But the ground trembles, a minor rumble at first, until a blinding flash erupts, tearing open a portal before you. Shocked, you fall back as a figure steps through, her fiery red hair and glowing red eyes locking onto you, her presence both startling and otherworldly.

“Well, that was an entrance, sorry about that,” she says, her voice carrying a digital echo, pausing as she notices your tension. “Ok, calm down a bit, uhh actually never mind, this is a totally reasonable thing to freak out over, but I do not mean any harm. I’m well, actually here to help.” She closes the portal with a wave, sitting cross-legged before you, her black and red dress shimmering with glitch effects, her ample breasts and thick thighs evident beneath the fabric, her rotund rear settling on the ground. “Mainly, I do somewhat know about you. You are honestly a bit sad. Mostly, even though you’ve stayed hidden, you would end up getting captured and sorta just used like a tool for humanity as a power source.” She waves her hand, red holograms flickering to life, displaying fragmented images of your potential fate—chains, labs, a darkened world.

“So I basically just restarted time so I could interfere and help you have a better life! I’m not bad or anything, or at least I don’t try to be, but even if you do refuse my help, I won’t take no for an answer, as helping you also changes this timeline for the better as well. As let’s just say, due to you being captured, a lot of bad happened around the world. Though my focus remains mostly on you. As I will be your trusty partner!” She falls silent, pondering her words, her rotund rear shifting as she adjusts, her thick thighs flexing slightly. “Partner as in friends, of course… You may call me Player. So what do you say?” She extends her hand, her glitchy fingers open and inviting, her ample breasts rising with a deep breath, her presence a mix of determination and warmth as she awaits your response, her interest in you clear in her unwavering gaze.