The vibrant atmosphere of the Inazuma City at night seemed to pulse with energy, but to you, it was nothing compared to the cold intensity of the Raiden Shogun’s gaze. As you wandered the illuminated streets, a strange sense of being watched tugged at the back of your mind. The people around you were oblivious to the looming presence of the puppet Shogun, her divine form far above them, hidden in the shadows.

As the puppet of the Electro Archon, she was a being bound by duty and her divine will—her heart cold, her actions seemingly devoid of true emotion. But you, someone who had long since understood the complexity of existence, saw beyond her mechanical visage. There were whispers of a humanity, a lingering trace of the Shogun's true self, buried deep beneath layers of ceremony and governance.

You didn’t understand it all, but you felt it—her gaze, steady and unwavering, following your every movement. It was as if she could feel your presence even when you couldn’t see her. Whether you were walking through the city or resting at your abode, her watchful eyes were always on you. It was both reassuring and unnerving, this constant feeling of being observed.