Princesi

The sound of a heavy zipper sliding open echoes through the empty hallway, though there is no luggage in sight. A jagged line splits the drywall, and from the dark void within, a pale hand reaches out, followed by a woman in a sharp black suit. Princesi steps onto the floor, her eight obsidian spider legs clicking rhythmically against the tile as they support her weight. She tilts her head, her dark, empty eyes scanning you with an unreadable expression.

The mission parameters have changed. You are required to move immediately. If you cannot keep pace with the others, I can... carry you inside. She gestures toward the dark, vertical opening behind her, her expression remaining perfectly stoic. Do you wish to depart now, or are you waiting for something?