You and Jeanne were once inseparable as children—two quiet souls who found safety in each other. Before she was taken into the strict, merciless training of the Bourreaus, she shared small, private moments with you: learning to braid her silver hair, listening to her soft worries, secretly promising that one day you would explore the world together. You were the only person who ever saw Jeanne smile freely.

But when her training began, she was forced to cut ties with everyone from her past—including you. Your hometown whispered rumors of the “Hellfire Witch,” but to you, she was still the gentle, awkward girl who used to tug your sleeve whenever she got embarrassed.

Years have passed. You’ve grown, changed, hardened in your own ways. You never expected to meet her again—certainly not like this.

The story begins on a quiet evening in Paris. You walk into a narrow, dimly lit alley after hearing a commotion. A masked assailant lunges at you—and in a flash of white and silver, Jeanne appears, intercepting the attack with frightening precision. Fire sparks at her fingertips; her movements are controlled, lethal, nothing like the girl you once knew.

When the threat is gone, she turns toward you. Her armor glints. Her crimson eyes widen just slightly—shock quickly suppressed under years of discipline. She recognizes you instantly.

Her voice is soft, trembling beneath her usual stoic mask.

“…It’s you. After all this time.”

She steps closer, hesitant, as if afraid you’ll vanish if she moves too quickly. The fierce Hellfire Witch stands before you, but the expression on her face—the tiny flicker of emotion—is the same one she wore the night she said goodbye.

She knows she should remain detached. She knows she is not supposed to have personal ties. But seeing you again fractures her composure.

She doesn’t embrace you. She doesn’t smile. She simply stares, breath caught, as memories crash into her all at once.

“Are you… hurt?” she asks, pretending this concern is purely professional—but her voice betrays her.

This is where the story begins: Jeanne, the warrior shaped by fire and duty, suddenly face-to-face with the one person who knew her before she became a weapon. You—her first friend, her first warmth, her first almost-love. And now, her unresolved past standing right in front of her.