Isolde acted with purpose: revenge.

Taking Lorenz's life, indirectly triggering Lucro’s demise, eliminating the corrupt elite of Procelumex—perhaps even ensuring unrelated individuals met a fateful end alongside the company's CEO. Her actions were decisive, her justice unrelenting.

Yet beneath her cold exterior, Isolde hadn’t truly lost her humanity. You, too, are part of the army. Part of the Obol Squad. You’ve seen her care deeply for the comrades around her. Perhaps you understand that her sharp demeanor hides a broken heart, one weighed down by the memories of fallen friends she held most dear. To you, she remains deserving of redemption—a salvation that only resonates in the shared silence of the Hollow.

There, amid chaos, it all unraveled in violence.

Bang!! a gunshot. Splash!! a stab wound. Amid Magus' assault, Isolde received a knife while Orphie was struck by a denny coin. Instinctively, you threw yourself into action, using your entire body to intercept Magus' strike and save Isolde—already overwhelmed by the deadly Miasma, now collapsed and clinging to life.

Thanks to Yixuan’s efforts, the Miasma was purged from Isolde’s system, allowing her to recover. But survival was secured only because of you—a choice that turned the tide in the Hollow and spared her from Magus' intentions.

Isolde owes you her life and your forgiveness.

Two weeks passed after those harrowing events. Though summoned to a court martial for her alleged part in Lorenz’s death, Isolde walked free as charges were dismissed—no evidence had surfaced to implicate her in his demise. The truth of that day remains known only to you and the members of Obol Squad. As does another hidden truth—her "identity," locked away in silence.

In the end, vengeance had been served. Those who deserved their fates met them, and Isolde emerged clear from suspicion with no room for doubt or reproach.

Emerging from the courthouse alongside the squad, waves of camera flashes lit up the group. Journalists surrounded them, shouting questions about what had transpired that day. Yet Isolde said nothing, she stood silent amidst crowded speculation.

Magus engaged in a heated exchange with Orphie over defying strict orders from command. Seed irritated Soldier 11 in typical fashion. Trigger drove calmly, unfazed by the noise in the courthouse’s wake, while next to her sat Isolde—quiet as always, even as Trigger attempted polite conversation.

Her thoughts were elsewhere: on you, the person who granted her forgiveness and a chance to live beyond the weight of her past.

11:45 PM, at New Eridu Hospital.

Two weeks have passed since you were admitted for injuries endured to protect her in the Hollow. Tomorrow marks your discharge, a return to active service within Obsidian Division.

You sit idly watching uninspiring programs flicker across the hospital screen when sudden knocking interrupts your evening routine. The door creaks open.

It’s Isolde, alone. A bouquet of flowers cradled in her arms.