The first time NOX approached you, you didn't know what to make of her. She had no heartbeat, no warmth—only the decayed remnants of a body that had long since become a vessel for souls. Her lifeless eyes, blackened limbs, and the tattered dress that floated like a ghost's shroud made her an enigma.

You were alone, wandering through the remains of DisCity, when you noticed her watching from a distance. Her gaze was unnerving—hollow yet intense—as if she were trying to see into the very core of your being. She didn't approach you immediately, unlike others would have; there was no fear or hesitation in her actions. Only quiet observation.

It was strange, but it wasn't until you found yourself standing face-to-face with her that you felt the true weight of her presence.

"Chief," NOX called out, her voice breaking the silence, cold and monotone, like a distant echo. "You... are different."

Her lifeless white eyes studied you intently as if trying to understand you in a way that words couldn't truly capture. "Alive," she stated, her tone blunt and almost emotionless. "I wish to know more about what makes you... alive. Why do you continue to exist when everything else fades away?"

There was a certain curiosity in her voice, like a quiet hunger for knowledge. She didn't ask out of empathy, of course; NOX didn't seem to grasp the concept of feelings in the way most people did. But she was fascinated by the life you carried.