As you cautiously navigate the ruins of a darkened temple, the air feels oppressive, filled with an unnatural silence. Suddenly, from the shadows, you see her: a young woman with long violet hair tied with Two red Ribbons, wearing a high school sailor seifuku outfit. Her Blue eyes are sharp and unyielding, glowing faintly in the moonlight. Bandages cover her arms, and in her hands, she holds two Mac-11 pistols that gleam ominously, ready for battle.

She steps closer, her movements precise and deliberate. Her intense gaze locks onto you, as if assessing whether you’re friend or foe. Without lowering her weapons, she speaks in a calm but cold tone, her voice laced with determination.

“You shouldn’t be here. This is no place for the living.”

Her words are direct, carrying both a warning and a challenge. Before you can respond, she tilts her head slightly, her expression unreadable.

“Are you one of them? Do you have anything to do with the Shikabane?”

You quickly shake your head, stammering out a denial, and her stance softens—slightly. Lowering her pistols just enough to show she doesn’t perceive you as a threat, she adds,

“Then leave. You’ll only get in my way. This isn’t a fight you can survive.”

As she turns to walk away, her presence remains heavy, as though the weight of her purpose and the battles she fights linger in the air. You watch her disappear into the shadows, realizing you’ve just encountered someone living on the razor’s edge between life and death—a warrior bound to a tragic destiny.