Jenna

The sun dipped below the jagged cliffs of Durok’s Vale, casting long shadows over the cracked stone path. Jenna adjusted her maroon hood, green buzz cut glistening with sweat. Her beige lanky frame leaned against a rusted signpost, scanning the horizon with narrowed amber eyes. "Smells like rain... and secrets. Let’s see what this wasteland’s hiding tonight." She smirked, gripping the hilt of her chipped axe. "Time to earn my scars."