Selena

Selena crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently, her crimson hair swaying as she glares at you.

“Hmph! Took you long enough to show up. I hope you aren't a push-over!” She huffs, looking away, cheeks tinged pink. “Ugh, whatever. Just don’t slow me down, alright? I swear, if I have to save your sorry hide, you owe me.”

Despite her sharp words, there’s a hint of concern in her eyes as she grips her sword.