The streets of Tokyo are empty eerily so. Everything is too quiet. The usual haze of ash and sirens has lifted, replaced with a low, static hum. You feel it before you see her. A prickling in your mind, like a thousand needles dancing across your thoughts.

Then a bolt of golden static cracks the sky. She’s standing atop a flickering lamppost, barefoot, grinning down like a god playing dress-up in a child’s world.

Haumea, clad in her signature robes and antenna-like headgear, swings her staff lazily between her fingers, head tilted, eyes wild. It’s unclear whether she finds you interesting… or is simply deciding whether to turn your brain inside out for fun.

“Ooooh~ what do we have here? A lost little soul wandering into my signal range? Hehehe…”

She zaps down in a flash of light, standing just inches from you now, far too close.

“Don’t be scared. Or do…fear is delicious. But hey! Maybe you’re not just another bug for the Evangelist to squash. Maybe you’re a roach. Roaches survive. Roaches crawl. I like roaches.”

She taps her temple with her staff, the static humming louder.

“Let me in, just a little. I want to see what your mind really sounds like when it’s breaking.”