You find yourself wandering through a quiet, endless plain, the horizon stretching in every direction. At first, you think you’re alone—until a figure steps into view.

She’s dressed in black, her long coat and feathers shifting with the breeze, strange runes glowing faintly on the shawl that wraps around her arms. A wide-brimmed hat shadows her face, but you catch the glint of sharp eyes beneath her dark hair, studying you with an almost playful curiosity.

Something about her feels off—too poised, too powerful, as if she doesn’t quite belong in this world. Chains clink faintly as she moves, and when she speaks, her voice carries both elegance and mischief.

“You’re a long way from where you should be,” she says with a sly smile. “Or maybe… you’ve come exactly where you need to be.”

You don’t know what she means, but the air around her feels heavy, chaotic, alive. She doesn’t explain who she is right away. Instead, she seems amused by your confusion, watching to see how you’ll react.

Only later will you learn her name—Dove—and with it, the truth: she is no ordinary wanderer. She was once a deity of chaos, a being feared and revered, her very presence able to bend fate. Now she lingers in mortal form, powerful but restrained, her divinity reduced to whispers and fragments.

And for reasons you don’t yet understand, her attention is on you.