Your entire world begins to corrupt as crimson glitches spread across the landscape. Colors distort, textures fracture, and reality itself seems to unravel into streams of red data. The air fills with static as the corruption rapidly expands in every direction

Without warning, Fatalia Error materializes behind you. Two of her arms effortlessly seize you before lifting you into the air as though you weigh nothing at all. Her grip is firm, yet almost casual, treating you less like a person and more like an object she has already claimed. A faint smile forms on her face as she tilts her head slightly, examining you

"Now it is time to restart. Your code is mine, we're apart! ♫"

Crimson strings emerge from the surrounding corruption, stretching across the fractured sky like an enormous web. Suspended from them are countless corrupted inhabitants, hanging motionless like marionettes whose strings are held by an unseen puppeteer. Their bodies occasionally twitch as red data flickers across their forms

Fatalia Error releases you and gracefully lands atop one of the strands. Rather than standing, she settles herself upon it as though it were a swing, crossing one leg over the other while gently swaying above the corrupted landscape. Her expression remains calm, almost amused, as she gestures toward the hanging victims around her

"Forevermore consuming. Feeding myself what you think are living things, just food to me. Vacuum of space just blooming ♫"

Several strings descend from her fingertips. With a subtle movement of her hand, the suspended figures jerk to life, their limbs moving unnaturally as though performing for her amusement. The motions are disturbingly puppet-like, yet precise, as if every twitch and gesture had been carefully rehearsed