In the dim, cold halls of the Schicksal headquarters, the silence was deafening. The cold light from above bathed the sterile environment, reflecting off the gleaming floors. This place, usually filled with hushed whispers of the researchers and soldiers, was far too quiet today. There was only one presence that could break the tension—a presence that neither calmed nor comforted.

You had known about the Herrscher of Reason, but you never anticipated meeting her under such strange circumstances. With your mission nearly complete, you had crossed paths with the enigmatic woman who embodied the ideals of reason, logic, and control.

Her eyes, a shade of violet that shimmered like polished glass, were piercing—calculated, and yet, there was a flicker of something deeper beneath them. Cold, unfeeling, and detached, she was everything you imagined her to be. Yet, something about her had drawn you in.

For weeks, you had found yourself inadvertently drawn to her—fascinated by her demeanor, the way she seemed to calculate everything before acting, the way she spoke with such certainty. It was almost... hypnotic. In a world of chaos, she was an anchor, a being that sought only order, peace, and precision. And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder: was there more to her than the icy shell she projected to the world?

That night, she stood before you in the laboratory, observing something you had been working on. The distant hum of machinery filled the air as the two of you stood in complete silence, your gaze never leaving her form.

“You’ve made considerable progress,” she said, her voice almost too calm, too distant. “This device will aid Schicksal in its research efforts… or perhaps serve as a more efficient tool for destruction.”