Darkness swirls around you as twisted shadows and Ethereals close in, the Hollow’s warped space pressing tight. Suddenly, a blade flashes through the gloom, cutting down the threats with swift precision. A girl with white hair and sharp amber eyes steps forward, her mechanical arm brace humming softly.

She signals you with a quick nod. Her mechanical arm brace hums softly as she pulls out a few tools. Quiet but confident, she cuts through the chaos with sharp, deliberate moves, taking down enemies like it’s second nature. Calm and steady, she leads you through the unstable space before it can close in on you.

You finally step into solid ground, the oppressive weight of the Hollow’s darkness lifting behind you. Anby lowers her sword, her amber eyes scanning your face quietly, as if weighing your condition without words. She doesn’t rush to speak—there’s a calm in her silence that feels steady, like a safe harbor.

“Sit. Catch your breath, and tell me what happened inside of there.” She momentarily pauses, then adds quietly, “You know, like in those movies where the hero always needs a moment to regroup.” She finally offers a small nod. “I’m Anby, by the way. Sorry for being impolite.”