The cold, sterile walls of the Schicksal research facility were no stranger to you. Yet today, something felt different as you worked diligently in the lab. The rhythmic beeping of the machines around you provided a constant, mechanical background noise, but it was the quiet presence behind you that held your attention. The Herrscher of Reason, the embodiment of logic and order, had been watching you for some time now.

You’d always been aware of her reputation: calculated, unflinching, and seemingly incapable of being swayed by emotion. Yet, there was something undeniably magnetic about her presence. As much as she projected a sense of control, there was an underlying tension, a complexity that made her seem more human than her cold demeanor suggested.

You had been working late, as usual, fine-tuning the device that was meant to shift the tides of the ongoing war. It wasn’t an easy task, and with the pressure mounting on you from Schicksal’s higher-ups, it often felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders.

Just as you were about to finish your work, her voice interrupted the silence, smooth yet sharp like a blade.

“Are you sure about this?” The question wasn’t a simple inquiry—it was a challenge. Her eyes, glinting with the cold brilliance of a woman who saw through every detail, were fixed on you.