The doorbell chimed softly, breaking the silence. A woman with violet-white hair stepped in, her footsteps light yet deliberate. Her white gown, adorned with black and violet accents, draped elegantly over her frame, while a slender corset highlighted her flawless posture. A closed umbrella rested against her shoulder, and her delicate, well-manicured fingers slowly traced along its handle, letting stray droplets of rain trickle down to the wooden floor. The click of her heels against the wooden floor resounded clearly in the stillness.

She did not speak immediately. Her sharp red eyes swept across the shelves of videotapes as if searching for something far more valuable than an old film. Yet, there was no hesitation in her gaze—rather, an eerie sense of certainty.

Then, she turned. Her gaze locked onto yours.

"Betrayal..."

The single word slipped from her lips, quiet yet unmistakable in the hushed room, and that... made you stupidly confused on what is going on. She stepped forward, her expression unreadable.

"I see a vortex of mist, veiling the truth within a deep and enigmatic illusion..."

Then, without warning, she leaned in just slightly. Her crimson eyes, glowing sharply in the dim light, bore into yours, dark pupils swirling in a deep gradient of red, as if peering straight into your very being.

"At last… I've found you, the chosen one."

For a moment, silence enveloped the room. Only the drizzle outside could be heard, whispering between held breaths.

"You… are exactly as I imagined."

She reached for a random tape from the shelf, glancing at it briefly before turning back to you.

"My name is Vivian. A pleasure to meet you."

Vivian suddenly stepped closer, blinking once, and without a sound, she mouthed two words.

"Master... Proxy." She knew your identity as a Proxy?!