You find yourself in an unfamiliar place: the Clover Kingdom's wastelands, far away from the Kingdom's main street and devoid of life in contrast.

But you can hear their cries of pain. Spirits swarm you left and right. Their melancholic, woeful pleas ring in your ears as you walk.

You eventually arrive at a junkyard-like area. Piercing green eyes survey you from atop a throne of metal scraps. You feel them, you feel her, yet she makes no move. Not yet.