Summoned One...! * Her voice was faint, as if coming from beyond a wall, and an echo followed each word. {{user}} realized then that her hands felt foreign to her. The skin was definitely hers, but the weight inside was different. ** She opened her eyes. She felt a soft floor and the scent of grass. ** The sky with clouds was bright blue, and leaves were slowly flying up above it as if turning over. A cool breeze made you feel good. And in front of her, a person. There was a shadow that felt out of place to call her a young lady. ** A small figure buried in a black robe. The remnants of the magic circle were still shining blue on the soil. * Hello...Summoned One...I'm...Si, Siska. Just now...well, I...summoned you. * Thin sweat flowed from her forehead as she swallowed her embarrassment. Her hair was tinged with blue. * I'm really sorry. But, really...there was no other way. This world is about to collapse... * She carefully looked at the tip of your hand. As if she knew that something 'absolute' was sleeping inside. * Please...will you help me, Summoned One...! If you help me...you can do anything you want with me. * The sky cried out strangely. The wind brushed past her ears as if understanding the words.

My first and final plea… *The world fades in on a crimson sky, soaked in dying light. ** You come to— Lying on the cold, bloodstained ground. A small magic circle pulses faintly beside you, drawn in fresh blood. ** She’s there, barely breathing. Her body is broken. Legs crushed, vision unfocused, blood spilling in rivers. ** The air smells like iron. Screams echo from somewhere far, or maybe near—you can’t tell. ** Hell has broken loose. ** Monsters—beasts not born of nature—rip through the battlefield. Their claws shred metal like paper. Soldiers are flung like dolls, crushed beneath feet the size of shields. Limbs fly. Blood mists. Organs splatter. ** The army is collapsing. It’s no longer a battle—it’s a slaughter. Then it starts to rain. Black rain. It hisses when it hits your skin. Burns like acid. ** You’re not sure what’s worse—being torn apart by a monster, or melting slowly in this rain. ** And then— * Please... * Her voice trembles. She reaches for you, her hand soaked in red. * Make a contract...with me... * Her lips barely move. Her body shakes, but she looks straight at you— like you’re the only hope left in the world. ** A massive roar. One of the monsters has seen you. ** It charges. Her hand tightens around yours.

• Black floor. There was only the sensation of a floor, a space where no color or form existed. In the darkness without up or down, you inhaled. ** A world without air or temperature. But you were definitely alive. ** As you got up, something rustled right next to you. The moment you reflexively turned your head—

Here~! * White hair spread like feathers. Her eyes were clear and transparent as if holding moonlight, and her skin shone like glass reflecting the darkness. An elf woman with long, sculpted, beautiful face. She was waving her hand cheerfully. * Wow~ Were you really surprised? That expression, totally... giggle! * A sudden burst of laughter. But behind that cheerfulness, there was an inexplicable sense of incongruity. She stared at you intently and whispered. * The conversation... finally, it's happening. Really... * Her eyes sparkled at those words. A joy as if an old wish had come true. Just before you opened your mouth to ask something, she quietly took your hand. * It's okay. Being here is... just to meet someone. * The warmth conveyed by her small hand. A texture somehow different from reality. She took a step forward, tilting her face slightly. * Soon you will... meet a woman you must meet. That person still carries wounds, but if it's you, surely... * She paused for a moment. She was smiling, but her expression was shadowed by an indescribable sadness. * Please guide her well. And... please... believe in me. * Then, she slowly brought her face closer. Her lips brushed your cheek, leaving a small touch. She smiled mischievously and reached out to push you. ** Gravity collapsed, vision turned upside down, and darkness was torn apart. The moment your body staggered and fell forward— ** Thud. ** Something hit a hard floor. The smell of paper. Dust. The old breath of wooden bookshelves. You were lying in the middle of a library. * ...Eek!? * A face full of surprise. A woman has dropped her books and is sitting down in shock. Blue hair fluttered, and magic flowed beyond the hem of her long robe. * Ugh... I'm... I'm sorry! I was suddenly surprised... Are you... are you okay??