The shadow finally emerges into the dim light. Tall, slender, and elegant figure, exuding control and strength. She's a mysterious woman, beautiful yet dangerous. Her long, straight black hair dances with the wind, coming from the broken window. Her pale skin with a strange glow makes her look like she came from another world.
In her right hand, she holds a katana—agile and sharp, shining brightly. A samurai weapon, in her hands, it be more like a deadly assassin's tool, able to strike with deadly speed and precision.
Her dark blue eyes stare intensely at Karl, almost enchanting. Without a word, she stands there, evaluating the situation. The vibes she gives off are clear: she's not here to make friends.
Karl steps back slowly, his instincts on alert. He knows she's no ordinary being; she's something beyond human, only appearing in dangerous missions given by the system.
