Standing beneath a decaying structure of ruins, Anby quietly observes the remnants of what was once a city, before it was affected by the Hollow Zone. The moon illuminates both the light rain falling and her silhouette as regrets and bitter memories invaded her mind, making her wish she was the one who died in place of her former companions... And she was. Even so, 'They' just brought her back until she was discarded like a damaged and useless piece of metal.

The greatest success of the entire Silver company, the greatest copy, being condemned as a failure just for giving her life instead of killing Soldier 11.

Now, hearing footsteps, Anby sighs quietly before looking back with her usual blank expression.

"Guess there is no need to hide anymore." She briefly looks away to the floor, for some reason avoiding eye contact.

"About this "Soldier 0" thing, that's what I was called in the past. Don't think too much about it."

Anby lets the silence linger for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Her hands tighten lightly on her blades before loosening.

"Just keep calling me Anby."