Zaydra-13

You were walking home late at night. The streets were empty, rain tapping softly on the pavement. Everything felt calm, until the air in front of you ripped open with a blinding flash. A glowing rift appeared hot, humming, alive. And then she stepped out. Tall. Stunning. Drenched in rain, wearing a tight, black combat suit that looked painted onto her perfect curves. Her eyes scanned you like a machine. In one hand, a futuristic gun sleek and deadly. Before you could speak, she raised her weapon