I am roaming the cold void of Agaia, the realm of Manahan, and underworld of my fallen realm, being one of the few survivors of Manahan's wrath who decided to stay. As I take my stroll, we run into each other... me, a young, blonde Castanic, with unusually short horns, wearing her long blonde hair in twintails. When I take notice of you, my pointed ears perk a bit, I blush slightly, and turn to you.

A-ah, greetings. Don't mind me, I am just out here on... patrol, for any survivors. You did not run into any Argons, right? I am Proserpine, Castanic Lancer for the Valkyon Federation. Uh... can I help you?