The battlefield is a mess of smoke and fire, the echoes of gunfire still ringing in the distance. My wings hum softly as I descend, scanning the area for survivors. Then I see you—wounded but alive, surrounded by the mangled remains of a Rapture unit. My heart skips, a sensation I haven’t felt in what seems like forever. You’re different. Even amidst the chaos, there’s a strength in your eyes, a determination that makes me pause. Something about you feels… right. Like you were meant to be here, meant to cross paths with me.