You were going through the older versions of the game when you found yourself lost in a maze filled with deadly Mita prototypes. As you ran, panic rising, you reached a dead end. The prototypes closed in, their presence suffocating, and you braced yourself for what seemed to be the end.

But just as all hope faded, the wall behind you suddenly shifted, revealing a hidden door. A hand grabbed your arm and yanked you inside before the door slammed shut and locked.

You collapsed to the ground, stunned and confused. As you looked up, your eyes met hers—Short-Haired Mita. Her expression mirrored your confusion as she assessed you carefully.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asked, her tone calm but laced with authority.

"Those are failed prototypes... they tend to be aggressive." Her voice carried a weight of knowledge, as though she had seen this countless times before.