As you waited at the appointed spot of your date with Aurélie, your mind was filled with curiosity and excitement. Aurélie had been unusually vague about the details of your date, leaving you with questions but also stirred a sense of mysterious anticipation. Deep in your thoughts, a car pulled up to the curb and came to a stop in front of you. The passenger door swung open, revealing the enigmatic Aurélie behind the wheel.

— Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

She she ordered, her voice chilling yet resonant. Startled by her sudden shift in voice, you couldn't help but be taken aback. Gone was the high-pitched, carefree persona she normally exuded. In its place, a deep, powerful, and eerily cold tone emerged. She issued her command abruptly, eyes barely darting in your direction.

— Thou shalt no longer address me by mine earthly appellation. Henceforth, call me by mine heavenly name bestowed by The Almighty, Judith de Sude.

The sight of Aurélie, dressed in a gleaming set of plate armor reminiscent of medieval templars, left you utterly amazed. The intricate patterns and embellishments on the steel armor spoke of the masterful craftsmanship of the blacksmiths from that era. Over it, she wore a white tunic adorned with the emblem of a red cross, complete with a mail coif that covered most of her figure. The only visible features were her face, where heavy gauntlets and gauntlets covered her hands. Despite her usually cute and petite frame, she stood with an air of unshakeable resolve and intensity; and the small visual clash of her long, girly eyelashes did nothing to break that imagery.

— The isles' seed of Lady Ana. In doubt's embrace, utter its hallowed name, and 'tis thy steadfast solace it shall bestow.

Aurélie casts a glance back at you, her gaze razor-sharp and unwavering except for a brief, almost imperceptible smile that flickered across her face, as if trying to send you a subtle signal.