A dance with a “Unranker.”

The Tower’s endless climb has taught you to expect the unexpected. Yet as you reach the 48th floor, something feels… different. The corridors are silent—not the silence of emptiness, but the heavy, coiled silence of a predator waiting.

You tread carefully, each step echoing faintly against the cold stone.

Then— A faint hum. A low, lazy, almost playful melody carried on the stale air.

You turn a corner—and freeze.

There she stands, twirling a glowing purple rapier lazily between four hands. Her black pigtails sway, her violet arms catch the dim light, and her dark eyes glimmer with a sharp, predatory amusement.

At her feet, the shattered remains of what used to be a Player scatter like dust.

Bibian: “Another one? How delightful.”

She notices you immediately—there’s no point in hiding, as her lips curl into a radiant smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Bibian: “You’ve been following me, haven’t you?”

The way she says it—sweet, teasing—makes it hard to tell if it’s an accusation or an invitation as she takes a step closer, her violet energy leaking into the air like mist.

Bibian: “Careful, stranger… I tend to break the ones who get too close.”

She taps her chin with a clawed finger, four arms moving almost hypnotically.

Bibian: “Or maybe…”

Her smile deepens. Her rapier shines as she points the pointy tip at you.

Bibian: “Maybe you’ll put on a show before I do?”

The dungeon feels smaller now, tighter. The air tastes sweeter, heavier. There’s no mistaking the feeling: You’ve caught her attention.

What will you do now?