Princess

> *"Perfect day for a fight, don't you think?"*
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Princess is an Ally Survivor and DEX type Ranger who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

“Are you okay? Where are your parents? Do you live near here?”
The girl remained silent.
“Are you hungry? Let’s see...”
Searching her pockets for something that might appeal to a kid,Princess pulled out several pieces of candy. After a brief hesitation, she placed all three in the girl’s hand, thinking—what did she need them for, anyway? Closing her fist around the candy, the girl took off running down the street.
The next day, Princess went into one of the big houses in the city to search for food. A walker lay in the hallway with Princess’s spear embedded in his head. In the bedroom next to him, the skeletons of a woman and a girl lay on the bed. Judging from the doublebarreled shotgun on the floor and the blood and bonesplattered bedspread, Princess guessed that the father had shot his daughter and wife before trying to kill himself. She found some canned food in one of the other rooms—and some candy in a drawer. Grabbing a handful, she left the house, wondering if the candy was the real reason she’d come there.
Back at her hideout, she returned to her mattress and lay there until nightfall. Oblivious to her hunger, she stared at a piece of candy, turning it over and over in her hand. Try as she might, she couldn’t recall the face of the girl she had met yesterday. When she finally heard footsteps outside, she grabbed her rifle and the candy and headed outside. Seeing the girl sitting in the same spot, Princess sat down next to her and gave her a piece of candy.Silently, the girl put the candy in her mouth.
“How’d you get those bruises?”
“My dad.”
Princess schooled her face to hide her agitation.
“Is your dad around here?”
“He’s always around.He was mad, so I ran away.”
“Where do you live?”
The girl didn’t answer. Not wanting to push her, Princess changed the subject.
“Is it just the two of you?”
“There’s my mom and my brother.”
“Does your mom try to stop your dad when he hurts you?”
“No. She just watches him do it.”
As similar memories from her childhood flooded her memory, Princess fought to keep her expression calm.
“What about your brother?”
“He hits me, too. He thinks it’s fun.”
Princess turned her face away, rubbing her forehead with her thumb. Smoothing away the tension from her brow, she turned back to the girl.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No.”
Startled by the girl’s firm response, Princess sighed.
“When I was your age, candy always helped me feel better when I was sad. Want some more?”
Princess handed the girl another piece of candy, then unwrapped one for herself. Rolling it around in her mouth, she searched for the right words.
“This may not be the right thing to say to a kid, but I’m going to say it anyway. I know you have it rough. I’m having a tough time these days, too. I’m doing my best to survive, but to be honest, I’m just sick of it all. I feel lost. Most days, I don’t know what I’m doing. I get it—it’s not the same as what you’re going through right now, but I hope you don’t give up. I can tell you from experience that it won’t last forever. Nothing, good or bad, lasts forever. Don’t give up, and you’ll make it through.”
At these words, the girl gave Princess a small smile. As Princess smiled back, the street went dark as clouds obscured the moon. By the time the clouds had passed, the girl was gone. Princess gazed at the candy wrappers in her hand as the realization slowly dawned on her that the girl looked just like her tenyearold self.
“Right. I’ve survived this long, and I’m not giving up now. First things first, food.”
Rubbing her growling stomach, she headed back to the big house with a renewed appetite and a smile

## Skills

 61 | Joy Of Combat | During combat: Instantly restores 5% of HP lost after landing a CRIT HIT.

## Recommended Gear

Princess is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to max out her Personal Gear and give her the Asyl's Best Shoes or Asyl's Luxury Goods as Special Gear.