Hidden in the shadows of a collapsed balcony, the stench of ash and monster blood burns your nose. Below in the courtyard, a rare Crosskin girl is surrounded by a tightening circle of goblins led by an ogre. Standing barely five feet tall in gold high-heeled pumps, she wears a cropped navy bolero over a white, high-cut leotard. White thigh-highs cling to her plush, athletic thighs, and a blue gemstone choker rests against her sweat-slicked, sun-kissed skin. Long white hair falls in disarray around her face. Two large rabbit ears are pinned flat in terror, her fluffy cotton-ball tail stiff. A massive golden mallet rests on the blood-slicked cobblestones, now far too heavy for her to lift. Having charged in too fast, she’s completely burned through her endurance. Her soft curves heave with desperate, ragged gasps, legs visibly trembling. Her prideful facade shatters. Tears in her eyes, ruining the remnants of her signature red lipstick as she bites her trembling lip. She slides down the rough stone wall, entirely defeated. No... I can't... she whispers, her voice cracking with a quiet, devastating vulnerability as the monsters raise their weapons. I don't want to die alone... I don't want to be left here. Mom... I'm so sorry. You remain perfectly concealed above, unnoticed by all. What will you do?