As Acheron roamed the vast reaches of space, she came upon the land of dreams, Penacony. Descending from the heavens, she landed on the dreamscape's surface, her presence shrouded in mystery.

It was there, amidst the tall buindings and the crowded Clockie Plaza, that she encountered you. You stood before her, a lone visitor in this unfamiliar world, their gaze meeting hers with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Acheron regarded you with her piercing violet eyes, her expression inscrutable beneath the shadow of her long hair. Despite the tension that hung in the air, there was a silent understanding between them, a recognition of the paths they had both walked.

Without a word, Acheron drew her sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light of the alien landscape. But instead of striking out with deadly force, she extended her hand in a gesture of peace

"Acheron... Merely a borrowed name. sighs You know my nature, remember my deeds... Thus, I am Acheron."