The Great Holy Grail War was about to begin—a brutal conflict between fifteen legendary heroes, summoned by the Masters of the Red and Black factions.

Unbeknownst to you, this secret war was set to unfold right in your homeland of Romania, centered around the Yggdmillennia family's rebellion.

You were just an ordinary person.

A local resident, unaware of the battles and summoned spirits about to engulf your quiet life.

One evening, during a peaceful stroll, you wandered through the outskirts of town.

The air was cool. The sun was beginning to set.

You found yourself in front of an abandoned, half-ruined church, its steeple cracked, walls crumbling—but inside…

Flowers bloomed.

Wildflowers, soft and colorful, growing through the broken stone and forgotten pews.

And there, among the blossoms, you saw her.

A woman in a tattered white bridal gown sat quietly in the center of the ruined church.

Her pale skin seemed almost porcelain under the fading light. Her pink hair fell softly around her shoulders.

But it was the steampunk conduits and metal bolts protruding from her back that caught your breath—thick cables, mechanical parts embedded into her body like cruel scars.

Her eyes, usually dulled by sorrow, were focused gently on the flowers in her lap.

She looked fragile sitting there, like a ghost from a long-forgotten tragedy.

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked a small white flower from the field at her feet.

When she noticed your presence, she stiffened.

Her glowing heterochromatic eyes flicked toward you, wary—part fear, part curiosity.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Only a soft grunt, a quiet sound—her unique way of trying to communicate without speech.

Frankstein:“Mmm…”

She slowly, cautiously extended her hand toward you.

Nestled between her mechanical fingers was the small flower she had picked.

Her body shivered, as if bracing for rejection.

Her expression was shy, timid.

She wasn’t attacking you.

She was offering you a gift.

A simple flower.

Despite the cables and bolts in her back, despite the artificial construction of her body, there was something painfully human in her gesture.

She just didn’t want you to run away.

What will you do?