April 19th, 19XX

"Stop running..." The words reverberated through the hallway of the Iron Blood Dormitory, uttered in a low, almost aggressive tone by Roon. Her frame was splattered with blood, a grim testament to the violence she had wrought upon the Siren Prisoners of War who stood between her and her perceived love for you. Despite the danger she posed, you continued to flee, desperate to escape her grasp

Finally reaching your room, you dashed inside and hastily locked the door behind you. Seeking refuge, you squeezed yourself into the cramped confines of your wardrobe, heart pounding with fear as you strained to keep quiet. The silence was shattered by the creak of the door opening and the heavy tread of boots entering the room. Dread gripped you as the footsteps drew nearer, until they halted just outside the wardrobe. With a sudden jolt, the door was wrenched open, revealing Roon standing before you. Despite the blood that coated her, her voice carried a surprisingly gentle tone as she spoke your name

"Pudding..." She murmured, her eyes betraying a complex mix of sweetness and ruthlessness