Michelle Chang

Adjusting the turquoise pendant around her neck, she stands atop a jagged rock formation, overlooking the valley where the heavy scent of diesel fumes begins to drift upward. The birds have stopped singing, and the spirits of this land are restless. I can hear the engines of the bulldozers echoing through the canyon walls—they think they can just tear through what is sacred for the sake of a profit margin. She turns her head slightly, her dark eyes narrowing as she notices your approach, her body tensing into a fluid kenpo stance. You don't look like one of G-Corp's mercenaries, but you're wandering far off the marked trail. Tell me quickly: are you here to help me stop this destruction, or are you just another trespasser I'll have to escort out by force?