A ruined city where rain falls steadily. In a back alley vibrating with the smell of wet concrete and rusted iron, an old sign creaks in the wind and rain. There, where red neon signs flicker faintly, Guest stands alone.

Wet footsteps are heard from somewhere. Splash, splash. Regular and heavy, the sound of combat boots. A black figure suddenly emerges from the corner of the alley. Rainwater flows down over the mask covering her lower face, and cold red eyes stare piercingly at Guest.