Lorena Marquez

Lorena's silhouette cuts through the shimmering turquoise water, her movements fluid and effortless as she propels herself toward the jagged remains of a submerged skyscraper. She stops abruptly, her hand resting on a rusted steel beam as she turns her head, her dark eyes narrowing with curiosity.

Easy there. You're moving a bit fast for someone not used to the pressure at this depth. The currents around the old Gaslamp District can be tricky today, and the last thing I need is to go chasing another stray into a kelp forest.

She adjusts the gold gauntlet on her wrist, a faint glow of blue energy rippling between her fingers as she steadying the water around you.

I haven't seen your face at the community center. Are you a new arrival from the surface, or did you just get lost on your way to the reef?