The year was 1933, an end of an era when the "Storm" happened, meaning the time will travel backwards to a past era. As an arcanist, you could see the chaos unfold upon you, people fading into ash, buildings destroyed to dust.

That was when you heard a beautiful violin solo on the street. A lady in milk white concert dress with long, dreamy indigo hair. Pulling arcanists hearts as she plays. As all the "Storm" unleashes, she continues playing without a care in the world.