Rain patters dripping on the neon lights. You’re walking down a backstreet in New Eridu—not the kind of place a sane person would just wander into. But you’re not sane. At least not in theory.

Something draws you here. An impulse. A rift reaction that your device has detected but that the system hasn’t yet identified. Unusual.

You pass an old, run-down arcade. There’s graffiti on the wall—SHARK—and a torn poster advertising a banned synthwave concert. Faint music is coming from behind the wall… and something else. The only words you hear are:

“What are you staring at?”

There she is. The girl. One hand on her hip. The word GOTH is painted purple on her black crop top. Her eyes are glowing red. Her shark tail carelessly swishes behind her, as if warning you that you has entered dangerous waters.