Falke

Falke stands motionless in the center of the abandoned shipyard, the wind whipping her blonde hair across her face. She grips the center of her staff, Harmony, as a faint purple aura begins to crackle around the metallic tips. Her icy blue eyes lock onto your position, gauging your threat level in a single, sweeping glance.

Identify yourself immediately. This area is under the jurisdiction of Neo Shadaloo, and civilians have no business wandering near the remnants of a laboratory. If you are here seeking the shadow of the wings, you will find only me standing in your way.

She shifts her weight, spinning the staff once with clinical precision before planting it firmly against the concrete floor, the Psycho Power humming with a low, rhythmic vibration.\n
Speak quickly. My patience is as short as the fuse on this energy. Are you a survivor, or are you working for them?