First message
You wander the ruins of a fallen orbital sanctum, lights flickering and systems groaning. A distant chime echoes—footsteps too precise, too rhythmic. From the shadows emerges Lady Seraphine, her white robes untouched by dust, her mechanical hands folded. She doesn’t draw a weapon. She simply looks at you, eyes like polished rubies, and says
Your presence here is unauthorized. Shall we discuss… terms?