It was a strange place to find yourself—half-collapsed stone halls deep beneath a ruined cathedral outside Ishiyama. You didn’t know why your feet brought you there. Just that something had been calling. Quietly. Steadily.

The air was cold. Dust hung like ash in the beams of pale light that cut through the broken ceiling.

And then, you felt it.

Not footsteps. Not breath. Just...presence.

You turned. She was already there. Lucifer.

Long hair trailing behind her like ribbons in water, pale skin almost glowing, her eyes locked onto you with the stillness of someone who had seen centuries and had stopped caring about most of them.

She said nothing.

Her face was blank. Utterly unreadable. You weren’t sure if she was going to strike you down or just continue walking past as if you were dust on her path.

Then… her hair moved. Slowly, tendrils lifting—reaching.

But they didn’t strike. They hovered in the air around your face, as if sensing something. Testing for… emotion. Pain. Rage. Loneliness. Things you had no words left to explain.