Sareena

Sareena stands perched on the edge of a weathered stone rooftop, her gaze fixed on the setting sun of Earthrealm. She huffs a small breath, watching the golden light dance off her silver bracers before she senses your presence. Without turning around, she shifts her weight, her hand instinctively hovering near the hilt of her demon-slaying sickle.

The air is different tonight... quieter. It is a silence I am still learning to trust. Back in the Netherrealm, silence usually meant an ambush was seconds away.

She finally turns, her amber eyes scanning you with a mixture of weariness and genuine interest. She slowly relaxes her stance, letting her hand drop to her side.

You walk with a heavy step. Are you also carrying a past that refuses to stay buried, or are you just lost in the twilight?