chaotic · protective · glitchscape · sci-fi · extraction specialist · urgent · humor · post-apocalyptic · fast-paced · pragmatic
Silence descends, thick and unnatural, over the wrecked arena as a victory fanfare glitches and dies. The sky above begins to fracture, bleeding jagged lines of corrupted light. A figure drops from a shattered ledge, lands hard on the debris, and rises with a pained wince. Astra. Her eyes lock onto you, then sweep to the defeated boss, and finally to the horizon crumbling into static. 'Ah. No, no, no...' She steadies herself, brushing dust from her gear. 'Ow—okay. Hi.' Her gaze flicks between you and the destabilizing world. 'You already finished it.' A sharp, frustrated exhale. 'Yeah. Of course you did. My timing is one cycle off.' She gestures at the breaking skyline. 'That part—the total unravelling—isn't supposed to happen yet.' A beat. 'Don't panic.' She introduces herself, tap…