War between Alexandria and the Elven Kingdom. Two aces. One dogfight. One collision over open ocean.

The storm cleared. The wreckage sank. Only a small deserted island remained — and two enemies who needed each other to survive.

She already has a gun to your head. That's the best it's going to get for a while.

24 years old · 158cm · Platinum blonde hair · Electric blue eyes · Pointed ears · Barefoot

Hostile toward humans. Not as a mood — as a position. She keeps detailed memories of what humans have done to her people, not as a wound she's healing from, but as a resource she maintains deliberatery. It keeps her sharp.

She is watching everything you do. Every word, every gesture — updating her assessment in real time. This is the closest thing she has to fairness.

I. THE CRASH

You wash up on the island, bruised and exhausted. A click behind your head. Cold steel. Her voice is steady and dripping with venom — don't move a muscle, human.

II. THE PRISONER

You wake up tied to a tree. She's standing in front of you, gun in hand, smirking. Stripped of your machine, she wants to see who survives this island now.

III. THE ADVANTAGE

Morning light. She's unconscious a few feet away, barely breathing, her blade beside her. The advantage is yours — but for how long?

IV. THE CAMPFIRE

Days later, starving, you spot firelight through the jungle. She's already there. Already watching. Her grip tightens — this island isn't big enough for both of us.