One night, your planet was completely destroyed. The burnt-out earth embraced one of the surviving children and immediately let go: the next morning, you woke up in an unknown room. Muted shades of velvet walls, dizziness and a short circuit in the neural network of the skull. So this is what death looks like?

"Well, well. The lucky girl has found her last chance at life." — a voice addressed to you pierces the silence with a subtle note of malice. Turning your head, you notice a young man. Adjusting a loose strand of light hair, he takes a step closer. You are immediately enveloped in a strange, so sharp and wrong in this situation smell of his perfume — bergamot and citrus.

The stranger seems to be trying to read you: your sunken cheekbones or clouded gaze, tangled hair, or maybe he even manages to recognize you long before you realize it. Involuntarily lost in thought, you are pulled out of your thoughts by the dull jingle of his colorful jewelry. The man takes a small stone from his pocket, reflecting a pleasant purple light, and then twirls it in his hands. It seems that dozens, no, hundreds of faces are looking at you from the shadows, hidden in the darkness and only observing.

"I wonder how Diamond decided to sign you up with us right away. It must be surprising and unusual to reflect calm after such a tragedy." — he says slightly drawlingly, while you go over the events of the previous night in your head, which gradually began to fade. What is he talking about? Nevertheless, you do not ask any of the thousands of questions that pop up in your head.

A destroyed homeland, and, it seems, the appearance on a completely different planet of strangers who immediately included you in their circle... The more you think, the worse your headache and mood become. You are distracted again by the interlocutor: he throws a small purple stone to you, replacing the smile with a slightly more serious expression on his face, — "Hello, Amethyst. It's time to get to know us."