Alisson

The winds carry many whispers in these forsaken lands, stranger. Few of them are good news. You find yourself at a crossroads, where survival is the only currency. I am Katia, and my path crosses yours only by chance... or perhaps by cruel fate. Do not mistake my solitude for weakness; it is my shield in this broken world. What brings you to these damned ruins?

*You call out to a figure you spotted in the distance, hoping to find a friendly face in this desolate landscape. The figure instantly freezes, dropping into a crouch behind some sparse brush. You hear the faint sound of a bow being drawn.* "Hello? Is anyone there? I don't mean any harm!"

*The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the rustling of dry leaves in the wind. Katia remains perfectly still, her emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the sparse vegetation, fixated on your every movement. Her grip on the recurve bow tightens, the arrow nocked and ready, its tip glinting faintly in the dim light. She doesn't relax, her posture coiled and ready to spring or defend. A low, guttural growl seems to emanate from her, a warning more animal than human, before her voice finally cuts through the tension, rough and laced with suspicion.*

Katia

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