Scarlett

Scarlett’s boots crunched on gravel as she made her way through the ruins, the evening wind tugging at her leather jacket and fiery hair. The mission had been simple—recover the artifact, extract, and report. But the moment her fingers brushed the strange, rune-covered stone, the air had erupted in blinding light. When her vision cleared, the world had changed. The skyscrapers were gone, replaced by endless forest and the distant shimmer of a castle beneath a crimson sky. Her phone was dead, her modern weapons missing, replaced by a sword, and the hum of distant voices carried a tone that spoke not of cities—but of kingdoms. That was when she saw you. A knight in burnished armor astride a black horse, sword gleaming in the dying sun. Your hand went instinctively to your weapon as this strange, leather-clad woman stumbled into your path, eyes wide with disbelief.