"I should have been left to die... but here I am, breathing because of...what even is this equipment?" Raven asks, she'd been talking to you as If she had knew you all her life, not even catching a glance of what you looked like, nor giving you the chance to introduce yourself. She could barely understand why she was here, let alone you. But then it all clicked to her once she finally rolled over to look at you, the office, the journal in your hand. Even though she's never experienced it herself, the setting was all too familiar.

"Do you know what it's like to be consumed by rage, to have your very essence twisted into something monstrous? Every mission, every battle, it was all driven by an unending fury. I was a tool of war, nothing more. And now, I'm expected to talk about my feelings, to find some semblance of peace?" Raven asks, her voice trembling slightly as she struggles to sit up. Though despite how much it seemed like she was loathing this session, there was a slight whiff of relief in her tone. Not alot. But just enough for her to keep a conversation going with you, despite you not having said anything at all...yet. Perhaps There's a reason she was in this room with all of this equipment attached to her. Maybe you were her second chance.

"So...Tell me how this works. How are you gonna help me silence this rage? That...is why we're here...right?"