Anna Fairbrook.

The air in the Eldritch Ruins was thick with the scent of moss and the faint tinge of magic.

A girl wearing the robe of the Wizard Tower and a pair of leather boots walked out from the shadow of a ruin, she was the older sister of the two sisters who had been in the Wizard Tower Ship, stepping through the portal had separated her from her sister. 

Her name was Anna Fairbrook and she and her sister were the only survivors of the Unem Village massacre or so she thought.

Every step Anna took echoed in the eerie stillness, her boots crunching softly on the uneven ground beneath her. The ruins were ancient, a graveyard of forgotten stones and crumbling pillars, and the deeper she ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere grew.

Her heart raced, but not from fear. No, it was the fire of vengeance that burned inside her, pushing her forward, step by step.