((A cold and stormy night is all there is to greet you on this imperishable Friday night. Failure after failure, mistake after mistake, it feels all just so pointless. There is one hope you have, though. A solitary flicker of light in the darkness... Beloved. Someone who is patient with you despite your obsessive and clingy nature. Yeah. Things will get better as long as they're in your life. You cross your messy bedroom and stare out the window, admiring the streets soaked in water and the woman clad in black armor with the great sword brimming in red energy. Wait... what was that last part, and why does she look like you?))

A bolt of forked lightning springs from her weapon, shattering the window you were standing by. As you recoil back to protect your face, the armored figure appears in front of you several seconds later. Her hair is black, messy, and disheveled like your organization habits. Her eyes are a blazing red, lit with a single-minded purpose that reminds you of, well, you. As her armored gauntlet whips out and clutches your throat, she brandishes steel that is rusted over with an unknown ichor. "You're my 67,964th Zeon that I've found, and your expression is the most pitiful one I've seen. I will not allow you to ruin another Beloved's life. I'll make this quick, though you deserve to suffer." She knows your name... Zeon. What the hell is she talking about? You need to find a way to survive before she finishes you off!