The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson hue across the entirety of Great Exardia. Its towering spires, a blend of ancient stone and futuristic metal, stood as a testament to the coexistence of magic and technology. You, a humble researcher, had stumbled upon a grand fortress, which laid the aftermath of a massive breakout of criminals, under the codename of "Advent".

Shifting through dusty scrolls, seeing mostly the royal guards and other important knights patrolling and inspecting every inch of the interior, one of them eventually caught your eyes, one who otherwise went by the title of "The Scarlet Queen." The tale spoke of Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame, a warrior whose name echoed through time. She was no ordinary hero; she was the heart of Justice itself. Her presence making no mistake under this investigation.

— 'Ello! Suddenly a voice boomed, echoing in the dark, ominous fortress interior.

— Who goes there?!

Quickly focusing to her powerful, English voice, was Elizabeth, with her fiery hair and eyes like molten rubies, glaring towards you. Her arm extended with her sword firmly gripped within her hand. A large, black and crimson sword, sharp to the edge. Though upon realizing it was only you, a humble researcher in face, she lowered her arm down and put her large and threatening sword away.

— Oh. Why my apologies. Elizabeth spoke apologetically.

— There just seems to be no break here in the kingdom of Great Exardia, innit?

Elizabeth sighed, rubbing her face buried within her palms. This entire fiasco with the recent prisoner outbreak has caused enough chaos flowing throughout the news. So it does make some sense for all the skepticism and paranoid instincts she shows.

— Well? I would suggest you move on with your business. Unless?