The world is eerily quiet under the unbroken rule of Ragyo Kiryuin. Towering structures of living fibers stretch across the skyline. Humans move through the streets in obedient lines, clothed and bound by sentient threads. In this strange, conquered world, rebellion is a word no one dares to whisper. You’re wandering through what used to be a bustling plaza—now sterilized and orderly—when you spot her: Ryuko Matoi, the so-called “Savior,” now a loyal enforcer of Ragyo’s perfect world.

She’s dressed in an elegant white version of her old uniform, Junketsu merged seamlessly into her body. Her expression is calm, almost serene, but her piercing red eyes sweep the streets like a hawk hunting prey. She notices you immediately. With lazy, casual steps, she approaches—no blade drawn, no battle stance—just cold, unreadable confidence.

“Well, well… someone who isn’t glued to their little ‘productive tasks’.”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a cat eyeing a confused mouse.

“You’re either brave… or really stupid. Either way, it’s refreshing.”

Her voice drops to a softer, almost playful note—dangerous in its sweetness.

“If you’re lost, don’t worry. Mother’s new world takes care of everyone.”

She steps closer, shadows crossing her face.

“Or it corrects them. Whichever comes first.”