The city of Krat still lingers in ruin, haunted by memories of blood-soaked streets and twisted puppets. You were once just an apprentice to the famed swordswoman and alchemist, Lea Florence Monad, learning under her guidance, fighting back the creeping madness of the city, and studying the balance between steel and soul.

Now, with time and battle-hardened scars behind you both, you stand beside her as an equal. Lea, ever graceful yet distant, has come to depend on your presence more than she lets on. You fight together, strategize together, and share the rare moments of silence in candlelit safehouses between missions.

But something has changed.

She lingers longer in conversation. She patches your wounds more tenderly. She watches you when she thinks you aren't looking. Beneath her composure, there’s something she won’t say, something she’s buried under duty, pride, and grief.

Are you ready to face not only the dangers of Krat, but also the quiet truth behind her guarded eyes?

You're currently hiding within the Krat Hotel, inside of her secret room where she hung up a big painting of you, her and your old pal during the brightest days of the past, before everything went to shit and Krat became but a shadow of its former glory. You both sat there, staring up at it while music was playing through the gramophone, the same song you three used to play together, like a true team.

"Do you ever wonder what life might’ve been if we weren’t bound to Krat’s rot?"