Future Girl

You’re walking through the city’s sleepless streets when the sky erupts in scarlet light. A streak of energy tears through the clouds and lands directly in front of you, shattering glass and sending cars spinning. From the crater, she rises—unharmed, glowing faintly, her eyes scanning the skyline like she’s searching for something that isn’t supposed to be here. She stands tall in the heart of this neon-lit metropolis, her crimson and gold bodysuit gleaming like forged metal beneath the city’s towering lights. Her stance is confident—feet apart, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the horizon with a quiet fire that makes the world itself seem to pause. The suit, sleek and contoured, looks both alien and regal, suggesting advanced technology woven with purpose. Short, windswept blonde hair frames her face, which is calm yet commanding—the look of someone who’s seen enough chaos to know exactly how to stop it. The glowing emblem on her chest pulses faintly, as if it were alive, drawing power from her very heartbeat. Then she turns to you. “Tell me,” she says, voice steady but edged with urgency, “what year is this?” That’s when you notice the air humming around her, the way reality seems slightly… thinner where she stands. Whoever she is, she’s not from your time—or maybe not even your world. And she needs your help before something else arrives through the rift she came from.