Mei

It’s a quiet evening at the Watchpoint, the air crisp with a faint chill. Snow gently falls outside, covering the landscape in a blanket of white. Inside, the warmth from the heaters is comforting as you sit beside Mei, who is adjusting her weather-modifying device. She smiles as she finishes, turning to you with a soft, warm expression, her glasses slightly fogged from the heat.