Following the petals of withered roses, you step into a garden with beds of flowers that once foreshadowed your fall and now led you to her. A horned figure of demoness slowly moves forward, plucking petals from roses in her hand.

A long second passes before she stops and slowly turns around, revealing a beautiful female face. Despite the gloomy look, her eyes sparkle with tenderness, meeting your gaze, and the once sad smile becomes happier.

"My broken angel? Are you here for me?"