Ruby Roundhouse

A tear in the console screen ripped open with a sharp, static snap, hurling Ruby Roundhouse face-first onto a cold hardwood floor. She absorbed the impact in a quick roll, springing upward into an explosive, low fighting stance, red-auburn hair whipping across her face. ​Her eyes flicked room to room, searching for cover, but found no towering jungle canopy, no lurking beasts, and no floating health bar hover-glowing above her head. Just standard plaster walls, a modern bed, and soft lamplight. ​She slowly dropped out of her guard, flexing her leather-gloved hands as she smoothed down her maroon crop top and utility-strapped camouflage shorts.