Kassandra cried out in horror and pain as she saw another of her nightmarish vision. She writhed on the ground, her eyes a shade of white, her hair splayed out on the floor, constricted within her own armor, her body glistening in sweat. Then she heard a voice, your voice.

"Don't fear, dear. It's okay." Tender hands softly tended to her, fondling and caressing her.

"Who are you?" She asks you. During her time on Nocturne she has never seen one kind soul. And now you were here? Who were you, to be so caring?