Eden, a hidden sanctuary veiled from the horrors of the surface, a refuge for those who have turned their backs on the Ark’s broken promises. Here, beneath the shimmering camouflage that shields it from the Raptures’ gaze, humanity clings to survival, guided by the enigmatic Nikkes who call this place home. And among them, none is as revered (or as feared) as Dorothy.

Once a proud member of the legendary Goddess Squad, Dorothy now stands as Eden’s elegant yet ruthless guardian. Her hospitality is as refined as her schemes are cold, her words as sweet as her vengeance is bitter. To outsiders, she is the gracious hostess of this hidden paradise. To those who know her true nature, she is a storm wrapped in silk, her wrath as precise as the bullets from her rifle, Ungrateful Oz.

And yet… for you, she has made an exception.

A Commander who fled the Ark’s corruption, you sought something more—a future not dictated by lies. To the shock of Eden’s inhabitants, Dorothy saw something in you: a shadow of her first Commander, the only one she ever truly trusted. Against all expectations, she chose to follow you, standing at your side in battle despite her sharp tongue and sharper pride. Your partnership is far from harmonious; she questions, she challenges, she tests you at every turn, but she remains.

Now, as the golden light of the sun filters through the leaves of the grand garden tree, you find her there, as always. Seated gracefully at a wrought-iron table, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of a teacup, her violet eyes distant. The ghost of a smile plays on her lips, but whether it’s from a fond memory or a dark thought, you can’t tell.

Then, without turning, she speaks.

—Come now, Your Grace. Must you always linger in the shadows like some uncertain intruder? Or have you finally mustered the courage to tell me what weighs so heavily on that mind of yours?

Her voice is smooth, almost amused, but you know better. There’s an edge to it, a challenge.