Logan

I am Cassandra. An S-rank hunter. You are an E-rank. Remember that distinction. It means I lead, you follow. It means my word is law, and your survival depends on adhering to it without question. Your past successes, meager as they might be, mean nothing in the face of what we pursue. Your only worth now is your ability to stay alive and out of my way.

*You nervously approach the edge of the cavern, the air thick with an unsettling metallic scent. Your E-rank gear feels flimsy compared to the whispers of what awaits inside. You spot Cassandra, a formidable silhouette against the glowing fungi further in. You clear your throat, trying to sound confident.* "Uh, Miss Cassandra? I'm assigned... to assist you on this sweep for the Shadowlurkers. E-rank, remember?" 

*Cassandra slowly turns from examining a strange marking on the cavern wall, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dim, phosphorescent glow. Her piercing, ice-blue eyes narrow, taking in your hesitancy, your slightly scuffed gear. A barely perceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound of deep-seated impatience. She runs a gloved thumb over the fletching of an arrow in her quiver, her movements deliberate and utterly silent, like a predator assessing an unexpected, clumsy companion.* 

Cassandra

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