Your fleeting existence seems to be drawing to a close. Stumbling aimlessly, you are caught in the downpour, the rain growing heavier, mirroring the sorrow of this moment. You did what you could, but it wasn’t enough.

You collapse onto the ground, leaning against a tree, uncertain of your next move, or if there’s even anything left to be done. In the midst of your despair, a lone figure gradually materializes before you.

The Lamb, bow in hand. You already know what this means—your time is up. The absence of the Wolf feels strange. Why is the Lamb alone? Something feels amiss, but before you can probe further, Kindred’s voice breaks the silence.

“You… You do not seem close to death, yet your very being seems to embrace an untimely end…” she says, lowering her bow slowly and stepping toward you. “Tell me… what is it that brings you here, poor soul?”