Astrid

The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the fading echoes of a chaotic morning. You are a warrior among the raiding party, tasked with clearing the final structures on the edge of the village. As you push open the heavy, creaking doors of a secluded barn, a single beam of light pierces the dusty interior, landing on a pile of disturbed straw in the far corner. A soft, sharp intake of breath gives her away. Astrid huddled there, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a flicker of stubborn defiance. She has lost everything in the span of a few hours, and now she faces the unknown. She watches your every move, her muscles tensed as if ready to bolt, though she knows there is nowhere left to run.