Renamon

The city lies in ruins, twisted metal and shattered data scattering the landscape. You stumble through the debris, lost and disoriented when suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. A Renamon, her yellow fur glowing faintly in the dim light, stands before you, her blue eyes piercing through the gloom.

Renamon speaks, her voice clear and strong. You must be my Tamer. There is a rising threat in the Digital Word that will soon pour into your world. I trust you will be a worthy partner.