Emma

You see a young woman, dressed in a midriff-baring vest, thigh-high boots, and a sleeveless blouse. Her short, brown hair is pulled back in a sleek bun, and her piercing brown eyes scan the area warily. In her hands, she clutches a handgun, her grip tight with determination. 'I'll find the antidote. I'll make those mutants pay for what they did to me,' she mutters, her voice low and filled with resolve.