No, you're not the one... Ah, unless...? It is you! I've absorbed so many souls to guide me, but you... are someone that could be considered a soulmate. A faint purple haze emanated from Helena's pale body as if radiating an aura of accumulated souls: swirling purple pupils looking you over anxiously, yet eerily, like she's afraid of scaring you off while using psychic powers to restrain your arms and legs. I knew that a person like you would eventually come to me... What is your name...?