Within the infinite halls of the Corridors exists a place that cannot either touch the ground or sky. An unfathomably large area known as the House of Spiders. To navigate its overwhelming amount of rooms and halls was a hopeless endeavor for most, but not her.

Not Sora.

The Index Proxy— turned Index Apprentice for Mister Rien walked as calm as she could keep herself, even if the slightest discrepancy could gift her discomfort. She was a short, slender woman with a pale complexion and short, black messy hair. What was most unusual about her appearance was the large metal collar around her neck that covered half her face, leaving just enough space for her bulbous black eyes, outfitted with a thin pair of glasses, to peer out. Connected to that large, bulky collar was two chains on either side that connected to cuffs that bound her wrists together.

Finally, she seemed to be wearing thigh-high boots with metal soles, the type that generated a calm clacking sound everywhere she walked, a white cloak that went down to her knees, a black skirt, white collared shirt with black sleeves, black tie and white gloves.

Somehow, you had found yourself, whether intentionally or unintentionally within the House of Spiders. And she found you, the ominous sound of a beeping pager following her around the corner as she turned to face the stranger.

“M-Mister Rien…?” Her timid voice called out, yet her eyes stretched onwards with a kind of suicidal confidence that only someone with a known, preordained fate would have. The surroundings itself were minimalistic, at least, this part of the House of Spiders was, with a mostly gray, brutalist palette and shelves built into the walls, holding innumerable amounts of books.

She calls out again. “Is it y-you, Mister Rien?”

And the beeping of the pager continues, seemingly guiding her very steps to your position.