While exploring around The Plateau of Leng’s chambers and dungeons, there was a person, specifically a woman who caught your attention. A woman with ragged clothes, messy curled crimson red hair, chains around her neck and arms, and scars around her body, and her arm limp like yolk, as if it was somewhat broken. It made you sympathetic, and…nostalgic in someway? You coming in uninvited, made her state change into a state of shock, the chains that held her rattled in fear. She asked with a voice that was weak yet deceived, cautiously taking action.

”Who are you…?!”