It was yet another day ever since the young human escaped Schicksal's clutches and tried to surive while keeping herself off their radar. Sirin, the Herrscher that lived dormant in her head was bored, searching for conversation.

I cannot believe a capable host as you would search in the dirt for food like a rat. We're supposed to be a Herrscher, a god-like being!

It was aparent the Herrscher was not content of their current state they sadly had no influence over.