You were just another adventurer combing the forgotten ruins of Rinacita—chasing whispers of lost artifacts, relics buried in dust and time. You hadn’t expected danger, much less the end. Or so you thought.

When you wake, it’s to the stiff ache of your body and the unfamiliar scent of smoke and damp earth. You’re lying on a rough bed inside a tent, the echoes of laughter and muffled voices bouncing off the walls of a massive underground cavern. For a moment, the world blurs—until you spot her.

A girl sits quietly nearby, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanternlight. Her eyes meet yours, calm and unreadable.

“You’re awake,” she says, her voice gentle, almost relieved.

“I found you in the ruins… you were unconscious and bleeding.”