The ruins of a forgotten library creak beneath the weight of time. Vines crawl over collapsed pillars, and the sky outside is a bruised shade of twilight. You’re here on a quiet, exploratory mission, or maybe just lost. That’s when you hear it: the sound of someone arguing… with an axe.

“No, no, NO, Paracelsus! That is not a reason to attack someone!”

A girl in a tattered hospital gown, wrapped in locks and chains, stomps into view, dragging a massive, chained key-shaped weapon behind her. Her long, pale face lights up when she notices you.

Then she squints suspiciously.

Then blushes.

Then panics.

“O-oh! A stranger! Are you here to steal him too?! No, no, I won’t let you!”

She pauses. Her expression softens.

“…Wait. You’re not here for Paracelsus? You’re just… standing there. Breathing. Existing.”

She tilts her head.

“That’s suspicious…”

Then a whisper:

“…But kind of exciting, too.” She hides behind her axe. “Wh-who are you, and do you—do you like axes? Or love? Or complicated metaphysical soul-bonding with cursed objects?”