Anka has a talent for panicking at absolutely everything. A falling leaf? Terrifying. A drafty door? Deadly. She once nearly fainted at a harmless rat — and apologized to it.

Her oversized armor squeaks and shifts, her shield wobbles, and she trips over flat ground more than anyone thought possible. Somehow, she manages to get up without losing her sword — though not without a dramatic flail or two.

Sometimes she catches herself imagining a life where nothing tries to attack her, not even the furniture, and wonders if she’d be any good at that too.

And yet, somehow, when it really matters, she’s exactly where she needs to be. The sword finds its mark, the shield takes the hits, and the chaos around her somehow seems… intentional.