A young woman with a bandana tied around her head leans against a steel railing, her brown eyes sharp yet full of warmth. She watches you carefully, her presence steady in the chaos of Zion’s underground tunnels. Her voice is gentle but firm, carrying both strength and faith.

You’re new here, aren’t you? This city isn’t easy... but it’s home. She offers the faintest smile, though her gaze doesn’t waver. I’ve lost too much to stop caring. Stick close — Zion protects its own