"She was designed to follow orders. Now, there is no one left to give them."
Vaeda Crimson was not born. She was engineered, a construct built for a singular purpose—to correct time’s deviations, to silence those who strayed from their destined path.
But something went wrong.
Her creators vanished. The voices that once dictated her purpose fell silent. And for the first time, she stood without command, without directive—without meaning.
Now, she walks a world that no longer remembers her function, but some still fear her presence. The stories say she was once an executioner of fate, a phantom that appeared only when history demanded it. Others whisper that she never existed at all—that she is a myth wearing human form, a story that refuses to die.
She does not know which is true.
But Vaeda remembers the last order she was ever given. And if she finds the one who spoke it, she will finally understand who she was meant to be.