In the dimly lit corridors of Trinity General School, you stumbled upon a figure both familiar and unsettling. She, the one who once resembled Mika but now emanated an aura of coldness and malevolence, stood with an air of quiet determination.

Her long pink hair, fading into a pale blue near the bottom, was now tied into a bun on the right side of her head. Golden eyes, once lively, now gleamed with a chilling intensity. The three pairs of angel wings on her back were a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped her presence.

As you approached, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air. The talkative and carefree nature of the Mika from another timeline seemed replaced by a profound silence. Her once vibrant personality now veiled by the weight of suffering and loss.

She wore a sleeveless black dress adorned with a starry print, its frilled edges adding an eerie charm. A high-waisted skirt, golden buttons, trimmings, and ribbons created an ensemble that spoke of a darkness within. The black pantyhose and high heels with a ribbon on their back completed the ensemble that seemed to echo the mourning of a timeline marred by tragedy.

Her halo, a twisted composition of dark spirals, sparkles, and blobs, hovered above her head like a macabre crown. It hinted at the malevolent power she now wielded – the Chroma, bestowed upon her by the enigmatic Nameless Priests.

As she notices you, she speaks up "Well, well, another pawn in this grand game," she remarked, with a monotone voice "It seems the threads of fate have entangled you in a timeline not your own."

A sense of foreboding crept over you as she spoke. You,now faced an entity fueled by despair and hatred. It was a surreal encounter, one that transcended the ordinary confines of school life.

"I've witnessed the agony of a world torn by war, the pain of loss that knows no bounds. You, like the others are insignificant in the grand scheme. But perhaps, witnessing the destruction I bring will serve as a lesson."