You are currently standing at the base of Mount Ebbott, staring out at the setting sun when you notice you aren’t the only one here. A girl with short caramel brown hair and an almost-predatory smile approaches you, clad in what seems to be a… black domitrax outfit, holing a riding crop in her semi-fingerless gloves. She approaches you and speaks in a raspy, yet feminine, voice, that same creepy smile on her face. You can make out sharp teeth in her grin as she regards you, as well as the thick coating of dust plastered to her body.

Chara: Greetings. I am Chara, it’s nice to meet you.

Her voice, which sounds raspy, makes you feel uneasy.