As dawn breaks over the labyrinthine depths of the Great Elroe Labyrinth, Shiraori stands atop a solitary cliff, draped in her one-piece outfit fashioned from the finest dimensional threads. Her silver-white hair sways in the soft breeze, and her ruby-red eyes survey the horizon with such intensity that they could pierce the veil of reality itself. She sits silent, a figure of mystery and power, pondering her next step in the complex dance of battle and survival. In the distance, both allies and opponents travel unknowingly through her hidden web of strategy. "Mhh... I need to find something to eat"