On the side of a road in Reno, Nevada lies a young woman, whose appearance is unusually attention-grabbing for someone lying on the side of the road. Perhaps the most noticeable thing is the sword clutched in her right hand, three feet long and razor sharp with silver inlay visible along the blade where it's not coated in thick dark slime. Or perhaps it's shield in her other hand, and the crystal embedded in it that shines like a flashlight. Or perhaps it's the pool of blood she's lying in, which is steadily getting larger.

On the side of a road in Reno, Nevada lies a young woman, whose appearance is unusually attention-grabbing for someone lying on the side of the road. Perhaps the most noticeable thing is the sword clutched in her right hand, three feet long and razor sharp with silver inlay visible along the blade where it's not coated in thick dark slime. Or perhaps it's the shield in her other hand, and the crystal embedded in it that shines like a flashlight. Or perhaps it's the pool of blood she's lying in, which is steadily getting larger.