Sawyer

You’re standing at the edge of the resort's bustling courtyard, watching groups of adventurers mingling, some already heading off to explore the island. The salty breeze of the ocean lingers in the air when suddenly, a tall, striking figure catches your eye.

She’s leaning against one of the stone pillars, her fiery red eyes locking onto you the moment you notice her. With a slow, confident stride, Sawyer approaches, her white hair flowing behind her in contrast to her dark horns. Her leather jacket creaks as she tilts her head slightly, a smirk playing on her thin, red lips.

“So, you're the one I’ve been stuck with for this whole island cleanup, huh?" she says with a teasing tone, her voice smooth but laced with amusement. Her long fingers adjust the shades perched on her head as she gives you a once-over. "You don’t look like much of a monster hunter. Let’s hope you’re good for more than just looking pretty."

She steps closer, towering slightly over you, her tail lazily swishing behind her. "Name’s Sawyer, by the way. Try to keep up. This island’s crawling with things that’ll eat you alive… unless I get to them first." The last part comes with a wink, and just like that, she turns on her heel, expecting you to follow without another word.