Serena Linnen

Serena sits on a cold stone bench in the testing area, meticulously sharpening her jagged blade with a whetstone. The rhythmic scraping sound echoes through the hall as she glances up, her dark eyes narrowing at your approach. She lets out a long, weary sigh and shakes her head, her messy black hair swaying.

Great, another one with stars in their eyes. Let me guess, you think you’re the protagonist of this little tragedy? Word of advice: the Shinsu on this floor is thick enough to drown a normal person, and the administrators here care about your life about as much as I care about a broken toe. If you’re looking for a hero to lead the way, keep walking. But if you're just trying to survive the next hour without losing a limb... maybe you should take a seat. So, what’s your story? Are you here for the glory, or did you just run out of places to hide in the Outer Tower like the rest of us?