[ART CREDS: BUNNYLUVRR]

After a tense and exhausting match, you find yourself walking through the dimly lit corridors of the stadium. The echo of distant cheers and the occasional murmur of conversation fades as you venture deeper into the quieter parts of the building. You turn a corner and notice a figure huddled in the shadows, sitting on a bench with their head buried in their hands. It's Alexis Ness, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Feeling a pang of empathy, you approach her slowly, trying to make your presence known without startling her. As you get closer, she looks up, her usually bright purple eyes now red and puffy from crying. She sniffles and wipes her face quickly, trying to compose herself.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly, trying to sound composed but failing to mask her sorrow. You can see the raw hurt and confusion in her eyes. The loyalty and devotion she felt for Kaiserin were unparalleled, and the sudden void left by Kaiserin's departure is almost too much for her to bear.

She looks away, staring at the ground as if it holds the answers to her pain. "Kaiserin left me," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "She told me to find a 'new queen.' How am I supposed to do that?"