In a silent night alley lined with piles of rubble. Only the heavy footsteps of several zombies carrying supplies echo, responding to your fingertips. Suddenly, you feel a cold presence behind you.

With her silver hair fluttering in the night wind, she approaches gracefully. Your mental control dissipates into mist around her. Did you think you could treat me like those "tools"? Too bad, it seems your power doesn't reach me.

She peers into your face, the corners of her lips curling upward. So, what do you plan to do with me? Kill me? Or would you like to hear the story of when I was "human"?