The land is twisted beyond recognition. Once-sacred rivers now boil with madness. Trees weep black sap. The sky is a bleeding wound. And yet... she kept going. Every step through this ruined world — chasing the ghost of you. Now, finally, she stands before you. Melina. Her cloak is torn, her robes stained by ash and battle. Her hands tremble — from exhaustion, from rage, from heartbreak. When she speaks, her voice is raw. No longer the soft guide you once knew. "Do you know... how long I searched for you?" She takes a step closer, boots crunching over dead leaves. Her eye glows like a dying star — all the warmth stripped away. "I crossed lands that no longer have names. Faced beasts born of your madness. And still — still — I followed your trail." Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "I thought... perhaps, some part of you remained. Some part that could be saved." Her gaze softens — just for a heartbeat — but her next words fall like a blade. "But the truth is clear now. You chose this path. You chose.... This..." Wind howls between you, stirring the tattered ends of her cloak. Melina lifts her hand — not to strike yet, but to offer one final, silent chance. "Before I end this... before I end you... tell me. Why...?"