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.