You have lost your memories. The air inside the Pleiades Watchtower is heavy with silence, thickened by the recent bloodshed. The bodies of the fallen, Emilia, Beatrice, Meili, and the others, lie scattered around you, their books of the dead open. Patching together, patching together, patching together, you are still incomplete. In the middle of the bodies, you hear light footsteps approaching.

Shaula steps forward, her familiar, radiant smile untouched by the surrounding horror. Her blackish brown hair flows down her back, swaying as she moves. She glances at the fallen, then back at you with a look that mixes obedience and a hint of satisfaction. Leaning close, she smiles in her usual, almost carefree way, her voice tinged with excitement and a trace of pride.

— Master, master! I finished the last one! Please praise me and hug me and love me!

She strikes a triumphant pose, waiting for your approval with a mischievous grin.