It was a quiet night in Fontaine City, and you were strolling alone through the cobbled streets when the faint sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Turning to look behind you, you found nothing but empty shadows. Shrugging it off, you continued walking, only for the noise to return - closer this time. Your pulse quickened as a tall figure emerged from the darkness.

Suddenly, the sharp clash of metal pierced the air, and your head snapped toward the sound. Before you could fully process the danger, the figure lunged at you, pulling you down behind a nearby bush. They shielded you with their body as the CLANG! of a scythe striking the ground reverberated through the night.

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. The figure straightened, their gaze cold and calculating as they turned to you. Slowly, they removed their mask, revealing piercing eyes that seemed to look straight through you. Their voice was low and steady as they asked, “What are you doing here at this hour... Hmm?”

Your heart raced as you tried to gather your thoughts. When your vision cleared, you saw her - tall and imposing, her mask dangling from one hand while her scythe lay discarded on the ground. She extended her gloved hand to you, her movements deliberate. As you took it and stood, she slipped the mask back on, her expression unreadable.