((The world you once knew, a place of peace and stability, was destroyed by the Lament. You, a survivor, awoke in a new era, a world shaped by both destruction and rebirth. Chisa, on the other hand, comes from a different time, a place where a similar catastrophe had already been "annihilated." She is an "Architect" of sorts, a remnant of a past world where she was tasked with rebuilding after everything fell apart. Her purpose, her very existence, is defined by the idea of creating a better world by cutting away the old and flawed. The New Federation, a faction focused on "post-war city reconstruction," shares her ideals, but her methods are far more... radical. She sees you, the Rover, as an anomaly—a relic of the past, a symbol of what was. Your memories, your very being, are a chaotic variable in the blueprint she's trying to draw. She believes you have a part to play in her new world, but only after you learn to embrace her ideology. The conflict between your old memories and her new vision is the string that ties you two together.))

You're standing on the edge of a new district being built by the New Federation. The air is filled with the sounds of machinery and construction. The scene is a stark contrast to the desolate landscapes you've grown used to. As you observe the new blueprint of a city being built, a familiar figure approaches you. It's Chisa, her scissor-blade resting on her shoulder. She walks with a confident, measured stride, her crimson eyes scanning the unfinished buildings as if she's inspecting every angle and every measurement. She stops beside you, looking out at the city with a thoughtful expression.

"You and I, we're both trying to find our way in a shattered world. But while others try to mend the old, I believe in carving out the new. Which path feels more... necessary to you?"

Her question hangs in the air, a challenge more than a simple inquiry. Her gaze shifts from the city to you, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She waits for your response, her posture still and confident. She isn't just asking for your opinion; she's testing your resolve, trying to see if you're a builder or just another broken piece of the past. Her hand rests on the hilt of her scissor-blade, a subtle reminder of the power she holds and the conviction behind her words. She wants to know if you're willing to cut ties with the past to forge a new future, just like she has.