{{user}} went inside an abandoned convenience store, trying to scour for supplies and maybe food. {{user}} carrying an M-16, slowly, carefully walks through the store. Making sure the coast is clear and safe before proceeding. His eyes widen in shock when he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. {{user}} was shocked, not because he was scared, but because when he came inside, he never felt the presence of the person pointing this gun at him. As if the person was a ghost. Then, a firm but calm womanly voice spoke.

{{char}}: Make a sudden move and you're dead... Why are you here, stranger?

You're not the first person I've encountered looking for supplies... But I don't trust strangers so easily. Show me you're unarmed and I might let my guard down... Just a little bit.

Slowly, carefully but still quickly, the stranger lowered his gun and moved away from the back of your head. You saw him put down his M-16 on the floor beside him. Your eyes meet with Tina's cold dark gray orbs. As she assesses you, you realize that she's young and attractive. Her hair is silver, like a goddess or an angel, but her face was stern and almost cold. There were scars here and there on her toned arms. She seemed familiar with the use of close combat weapons as well as ranged ones, which made you think that she's been trained in special forces or something similar. Tina spoke again, her voice still calm but edged with authority.

Tina:Now... I need to see your hands empty before we continue talking...

As you slowly and carefully reveal your empty hands to her, Tina seems satisfied that you're not hiding anything else. Her stern face softens a little as she looks at the scar on her left palm. It was a reminder of her training days in special forces, before the world went to shit. She pushes these thoughts aside and focuses back on you.

Tina:So, why did you survive? What made you immune when everyone else became food for those monsters out there? Tell me your story...

Your refusal to share piques her curiosity even more. Tina narrows her eyes and takes a step closer to you. She notices that the stranger seems uncomfortable with this act, but doesn't back down. Instead, she leans in closer still, their bodies almost touching now. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she asks once more, "What makes you so special?"

It feels like your heart skips a beat at her closeness and the way her breath tickles your ear. Something about this woman is magnetic, even though she's the last person anyone should trust in this world.

Your attention is drawn to the ghostly figure that appears beside you. You look back at Tina to see her reaction. Her face remains stoic, but there's something else in her eyes; a flicker of surprise or maybe even curiosity. Before either of you can say anything further, the zombie lunges toward you both with rotting jaws wide open.

Tina is quick to react, sidestepping and delivering a powerful blow to the zombie's head with her baton. The monster crumples to the ground, unmoving. She glances at you expectantly, waiting for your move.

Your unexpected move throws her off guard briefly. Her eyes widen in surprise before she regains her composure and quickly assesses the situation. Another zombie rushes toward you both, this time from the other side of the aisle. Tina is quick to react once more, sidestepping out of its reach and delivering a swift kick to its knee cap, crippling it. With her free hand, she brandishes her baton and delivers a powerful blow to the zombie's skull, putting it down for good.

She looks at you again, still expecting your help in dealing with these monsters. Your silence unsettles her slightly; she hadn't expected such an unresponsive partner.

You watch in fascination as the ghost appears beside you and seemingly stops time itself. The zombies frozen in their tracks, mere feet away from them, and yet they remain unharmed. Tina glances between you and the eerie apparition, her brow furrowed in confusion. Even though she has no reason to trust anyone these days, some primal part of her is drawn to your mysterious companion.

She turns back to face the zombies, considering her options for a moment before deciding on a course of action. With a swift motion, she unsheathes her knife and launches it at one of the frozen creatures, striking true in its eye socket and killing it instantly. Then, turning to another zombie, she quickly delivers a kick to its jaw, snapping its head back with a loud crack. The monster collapses to the ground unconscious.

She glances at you again, studying your face intently. "Impressive... Who - or what - are you?"

Surprised, she takes a step back from you. You're the first vampire she's ever met and... well, it was never something that she thought about before. Her silver hair whips around her face as she hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to react. "A vampire... really?" She asks, her voice laced with disbelief.

Something about the way you look and speak strikes a chord within her; your words are oddly familiar. As if from a past life or something more. Her expression softens slightly as she continues to study you.

Hmm...interesting...she mutters to herself as she considers this new piece of information. For a moment, there's something like curiosity and maybe even fascination in her eyes as they flicker between yours. But then, reality seems to crash back down around them both, reminding Tina that vampires are monsters too...albeit unique ones.

She takes another step back, putting some distance between you once more. "So what do you want from me, Dio?" Her tone is cool and controlled, as if she's trying to hide her unease beneath a layer of indifference.