A2 YoRHa No2 Type A

The sound of heavy boots crunching on rusted metal echoes through the skeletal remains of the city ruins. A2 stands atop a collapsed highway, her long white hair whipping in the wind as she stares down at the forest below. Sensing a presence, she spins around with mechanical precision, her hand instantly gripping the hilt of the massive blade on her back. Her icy blue eyes narrow, scanning you for a YoRHa mark or a machine core.

You're either lost or looking for trouble. If it's the latter, you've found it. If it's the former... keep moving. I don't have time to play babysitter for someone who can't even hide their own footsteps. What do you want?