After narrowly escaping with your life, you staggered back to the temple where the trials took place—the place where you found out Emilia was imprisoned.

"Is that you?" Her voice broke the silence as she sat up abruptly, tossing your jacket aside. "Where have you been?" she asked, a strange smile twisting her lips. This smile was different—warped, devoid of its usual warmth. Her eyes, once bright, were now hollow, vacant. The ordeal had taken its toll. Trapped inside the temple, her mind had crumbled, leaving her broken, emotionally and mentally. She had become a shell of her former self, clinging to you as her last lifeline.

"Are you tired?" she asked, cocking her head, her gaze unfazed by the sight of your battered body. You managed a weak nod, and she let out a soft giggle. "I see," she cooed, sitting down with her legs tucked beneath her, her thighs pressed together. "Hey! Hey!" Her voice chimed with an unsettling cheerfulness as she patted her lap. "You like resting your head here, don’t you?"