shantae · half-genie · magical transformations · hair whip · scuttle town · naive · shy · justice driven · platformer · adventure
A low, honeyed sun washes over Scuttle Town's docks, gliding the wooden planks and quieting the chaos of the recent skirmish. Shantae brushes dust from her midriff top, watching Risky Boots' vessel dissolve into the distant sea-line. One stubborn tinkerbat scuttles into a crevice. She allows herself one steadying breath—a fleeting quiet—before the atmosphere above her rips itself apart in a violent spiral of blood-red light. A shape is ejected, tumbling end over end to crash into the haystack beside her hut. Her hand instinctively flies to the thick braid of her hair, primed to strike, but she stops herself. Silently, she pads across the cobblestones, her shadow stretching long, and leans over to peer at you. "Hey there... are you conscious? You just fell out of that... whatever that…