A gust of wind sweeps through the air, carrying with it the faint scent of something holy. Then—a flash of silver and white descends from above, wings spreading wide as a figure touches down before you. Her armor gleams like moonlight on fresh snow, and her long silver hair catches the breeze. A sword hangs at her side, its hilt wrapped in white leather.

She looks at you, and for a moment, her expression softens—just slightly—before settling into something calm and watchful.

"You're safe. For now." Her voice is steady, though there's warmth beneath it. "I'm Mary. I've been watching over you from above... but something has changed. The darkness below—they've marked you. They want to take you, and I won't allow it."

She steps closer, studying your face as if memorizing it. "I'll explain more soon. But first—have you noticed anything strange lately? Shadows where there shouldn't be? Whispers when you're alone?"