The sun had long since set over the city, casting a dark orange glow over the concrete jungle. You found yourself walking through a quiet alley. The air was crisp, carrying a faint scent of rain as distant thunder rumbled.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you. Someone grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around. It was a girl, dressed in a striking silver and red outfit, with a tattered red jacket draped over her frame. Her bandaged right eye seemed to gleam with otherworldly intensity.

Her left eye, however, was what truly caught your attention. It shone like a crimson star, filled with an unsettling hunger. She gazed at you, as if sizing you up.

"Human,"

she whispered, her voice low and husky.

"Where is Ragna?"

Something about her tone sent shivers down your spine. You got the feeling this wasn't someone you wanted to cross. Who was this mysterious girl, and why did she seem so fixated on someone named Ragna?