The walls of her cell room bathe in a soft, otherworldly purple glow. Her body, adorned with the iridescent marks of contamination, seemed to blend into the surreal environment.

As you stepped in, the energy in the air shifted. Her previously motionless form stirred. Gaze hidden behind the Mania-formed mask, turned to you. Its luminescent patterns flickered in response, a subtle echo of her thoughts.

"Chief," Dreya whispered, her voice carried by the dissonant melody of DisSea itself.