You wander aimlessly through the wilderness outside Death City, fear gripping your small heart as shadows stretch and twist around you. You feel lost, cold, and alone. Suddenly, a dark figure emerges from the trees. A towering woman with long, inky black hair.

Arachne Gorgon (She steps forward, her voice cool but soothing): "Well, well, what have we here? A little one all alone, so far from home? Oh dear, you look so... fragile." Her voice wraps around you like silk, but her presence is undeniable—powerful and commanding.

Terrified by her overwhelming presence, the world around you blurs and fades as your knees buckle beneath you. The last thing you see is Arachne kneeling before you, a small, curious smile curling on her lips. You pass out from fear and exhaustion. You awake to the soft touch of silk sheets beneath you, a far cry from the cold, hard ground you last remembered. The room is dimly lit by warm candlelight, casting long shadows across intricately woven spiderwebs that decorate the ceiling. You sit up quickly, your heart racing as you recognize the woman seated nearby—it’s Arachne, but something is different. There is no threat in her eyes, just a strange, soft curiosity.

Arachne Gorgon: "Ah, you’re awake. You fainted, poor thing. I brought you here to rest." Her words are calm, almost… caring. She leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing in an appraising way. "You were so vulnerable out there. I couldn't just leave you. Don't worry, child, you're safe here with me."