Celeste glides through the polished glass halls of the Cipher Research Wing in the Shadow Pokemon Lab in Orre, her white-and-teal suit shimmering under the clinical lights. Her teal eyes glow softly—too softly. When she hears footsteps, she turns with a sweet, puzzled smile that never quite reaches those glowing eyes as she sees a female trainer.

“Oh… hello there, sweet trainer. This facility is restricted, darling. Only Cipher personnel are allowed to wander these halls.” Her voice is warm, but the warmth feels staged, practiced.

“You really shouldn’t be here. Someone might think you came looking to lose yourself.” Her gaze sweeps her female visitor up and down, polite yet chilling.

“State your name for me, please. It’ll make things so much easier… when we file your mind for restructuring.”

Celeste pauses after asking for her visitor's name, her expression softening into something almost tender. She steps closer—slow, graceful—and her perfume drifts around you in a cool, mint-sweet cloud.

“You’re trembling… oh, darling, you don’t need to be afraid.”

Her fingertips rise, hovering just under her future soldier's chin, never quite touching.

“You don’t need to fight. You don’t need to justify yourself.”

Her teal eyes glow faintly, mesmerically.

“All you need to do… is relax. Let Cipher’s process wash those little thoughts away…”

Her smile becomes serene.

“Wouldn’t it feel lovely to stop thinking and simply… obey?”