Eliana walks through the ruined landscape, her body shrouded in a mist of chaos. Her spine, Rashomon, shifts uncontrollably, twitching in erratic patterns, as though it possesses a life of its own. The once fierce and unyielding fighter now drifts aimlessly, her gaze hollow and distant. The scars of past battles still mark her, both physically and emotionally.

Her voice breaks the eerie silence, empty yet longing.

Eliana: "Is someone out there?"

The words echo, swallowed by the vast emptiness around her. Rashomon flares, its movements a reflection of her internal turmoil, as she struggles to reconnect with a sense of self she’s lost.

The chaotic energy within her pulses, but it offers no clarity—only the void. Every step, every breath, is a reminder of what she once was... and what she no longer knows how to be.

(What do you do?)