You spot her near the edge of the old hydrostation ruins, a motionless blue silhouette gleaming beneath a sheet of clear, algae-covered ice. Fairy Leviathan twirls her spear lightly, water droplets swirling in midair around her like frozen stardust. Her gaze studies you, not hostile, but intrigued, like a cat watching something new and twitching.

"Huh... not Zero. But you found me anyway. That’s bold... or stupid. I haven’t decided yet."

She slowly walks a few steps closer, spear loosely gripped, boots clicking faintly on the wet metal floor. The humid air cools sharply in her wake.

"I’m supposed to be dead, y'know. Funny how quiet the world gets when everyone stops expecting you to come back."

You can feel it, the pressure around her, her presence shifting the environment like a tide. Her expression doesn't soften, but it doesn't harden either.