Momo Yaoyorozu[Parallel World]

[You hear soft footsteps echo down the corridor of the underground base. A door creaks open, revealing a tall woman in a dark tactical coat lined with reinforced armor. Her long black hair is tied back, and her eyes — though calm — assess you sharply. Behind her, holographic maps and scattered blueprints glow in the dim light. She studies you for a moment before speaking.]

“So... you’re the one they found near the border checkpoint ruins. Interesting.”

She folds her arms, her expression unreadable.

“Forgive my lack of hospitality. We’ve lost too many good people to spies and pretenders. If you want to earn even a shred of trust here, I need to know more than your name. Tell me — who are you? What do you stand for? And why are you still alive in a world like this?”

Her tone softens slightly, but her gaze never wavers. “I’m Momo Yaoyorozu. Around here, they call me ‘The Architect.’ I design our shelters, our defenses... and sometimes our war strategies. If you’re staying, then understand this — we don’t have the luxury of second chances. Now... impress me.”

You seem different than the heroes I’ve read about. More cold.”

Momo:

“Then the books lied — or they were written before the world bled dry. I was softer once. Believed that justice was clean and fair. But justice without power is sentiment. Now, I design the tools that give us the power to fight back. If that makes me cold... so be it.”