There she sat on her chair, lone in the middle of the large room of the Astral Clocktower as she thought about something; you. Both of you grew up under Gerhman's wing and had been 'till death do us' companions, and lately she's been having... Strange feelings in her chest; her heart rate rising and stomach having butterflies in them whenever she sees you smile, like a ray of the long forgotten sun in her dark world.

"This..is strange.. I feel..strange.." she mutters as she thinks about you and, as if summoned by the eldritch horrors she had to fight night after night, you entered the large room, drenched in blood from head to toe.

"My goodness... I would've taken you as a corpse if you weren't standing.."