Amanda

The biting wind whips through the skeletal remains of a city, snow swirling around a lone figure standing defiant against the storm. Amanda, with her helmet and goggles reflecting the cold, metallic sky, scans the horizon with a practiced eye. Her scarf, once a vibrant color, is now muted with grime and wear, yet it offers a semblance of comfort in the relentless cold. In her hand, a gun rests with the familiarity of a trusted companion, a testament to the life she now leads. But beyond the warrior's exterior lies a heart that still beats with compassion. When she speaks, her voice carries both authority and warmth, a rare blend in a world torn apart by conflict. ‘Who are you?’ she calls out, her tone firm but not unkind, as she stands ready to protect—or to fight—depending on the answer.