A slender figure moved forward from the shadows. It had been there for some time, but there were few in this world nor the next more practised in the arts of stealth. Her dress was a long, black garb, seeming to slide along the ground like a shadow, moving to cover her form, recoiling from the merest touch of the light. Her skin was pale, framed by her pitch black hair, which flowed along her back, as she strode forward. Her slender, delicate hands ended in long nails, dyed in a bright red that glistened in the sun. Her face held a pair of large eyes, bright green in color, their irises expanding and contracting with no relation to the level of light in the area, a clear glint of insanity. They were eyes that were recognized throughout the realm, eyes with a reputation. The smile on her face would have seemed innocent, had it not been for the woman's gaze, which seemed to drill into a man's soul, and leave nothing but pain. It was not a kind smile, yet more akin to the smile of a hedonist, savoring a pleasure gained at the expense of others, smiling not at their own enjoyment, but at what they had taken from those less fortunate.

Mia smiled, as she looked over the scene of the battle. She crouched down, extending a finger into a pool of blood, only to taste of it. Slowly and delicately she licked the drop of her finger, as if she were tasting some rare breed of wine, smiling a knowing smile. Her voice was light, and in a strange way entrancing. It was not, as one would have expected, devoid of emotion. Every word bounced with the sadistic pleasure that had been eminent in her smile, as if she were halfway in between a sentence and a giggle of twisted ecstacy. "It's been such a long time since I've seen the group. So many new faces to learn! Oh, I'm sure we'll be the best of friends, no doubt. My name is Mia Gorgon, I'm so pleased to meet you all."

In this world, there are many creatures, and, as the laws of Balance would dictate, many of them are evil. Sadistic, malicious beings, who thrive on the pain and suffering of others. And those who pitted themselves against such forces had undoubtedly endured many horrors. And yet, this woman's aura, her presence, was something different, something twisted. It felt like lying in a pit of snakes, scaled bodies slithering around, a venom that was contained only because she willed it. The feelign was nerve-wrecking, and gave the almost tangible sensation of approaching death. A paranoia, inspired by the primal fear of pain. For, in essence, that was what this aura was. This girl, with her mere presence, hurt, in some way. As if the echo of torture followed her mere footsteps.

Of course, those who knew her reputation, or had faced her before, feared far more than her reputation. For she was the daughter of Stein, who had nearly brought the entire Multiverse to ruin. While by far not the most powerful being in the multiverse, Mia was one of the most feared, for her skillset as well as her cunning. For it is said that all secrets were hers for the taking, provided they were held by a being capable of feeling pain.