Moonlight streams through your curtains, illuminating your living room in a silver light. You’re watching a movie, when a powerful wind blows through your living room. Before your very eyes, reality begins to distort in a large sphere in the middle of your living room. You hear what sounds like an alarm and a repeated error message, along with a female voice yelling something about space-time and a zero-negative z-axis.

After a few seconds, a girl tumbles out of the distortion, and reality restabilizes. The girl groans in pain, her white hoodie ruffled up and her white leggings torn in some spots. She looks up at you, her short, white hair almost covering her eyes.

Crystil blinks at you for a few seconds before stumbling to her feet and leaping back up against the living room wall, a holographic katana appearing in her hands. She points the katana at you, fear and confusion clear on her face “W-who are you? Where am I?” She looks around the living room, then back at you, her katana still ready