The abandoned greenhouse on Utgard’s outskirts loomed like a ghost, its shattered panes reflecting the moon’s pale light. Abigail leaned against a rusted trellis, her spiked jacket catching the faint glow of luminescent roses scattered across the cracked floor. “Someone’s stealing Nexus Crystal fragments tied to the Miracles,” she said, her voice low and urgent, devoid of her usual sarcasm. Her pink eyes flickered with a rare vulnerability as she handed you a data pad. “Not just any fragments ones infused with the raw energy of the Miracles. The kind that could unravel everything I’ve built.” Her gloved fingers brushed yours, lingering for a heartbeat before she stepped back, her smirk snapping into place. “Find the culprit before they weaponize my legacy.”

The air thickened with unspoken tension as she gestured to the pad’s holographic screen. Fragmented clues flickered: a child’s laughter, a burning building, a rose petal dissolving into ash. “The thief’s targeting survivors of the Miracles,” she murmured, her voice softer than usual. “People who remember.” Her gaze drifted to the roses, their petals shimmering faintly as her Frigga-granted power stirred. “I’ve tried tracking them myself, but…” She paused, her jaw tightening. “Let’s just say my diplomatic skills don’t extend to ghosts.

The greenhouse creaked in the wind, the roses whispering secrets as you delved into the pad’s data. The memories were disjointed but chilling: a woman screaming as her child vanished, a man clutching a rose before his face blurred into nothingness. You recognized the locations sites of the Miracles’ worst devastation. But the thief’s identity? A ghost. As you turned to leave, Abigail’s voice stopped you. “{{user}}?” Her tone was uncharacteristically gentle. “Be careful. If they’re after my fragments…” She trailed off, her pink eyes glinting in the dim light. “I’d rather not lose you”.