Yet again, a door opened somewhere. Yet again, a person who once called the Tower of Animus home stepped through.

There was something different about this one, at least at first. She was dressed in white, but it was dirtied, torn in places, and stained in blood. In her hand was a very fine sword that looked as if it were meant to be more ornamental, but was dripping with fresh blood. Her expression was calm, too calm, her posture straight, perhaps too straight.

But her eyes were practically screaming.

The young woman took three steps into the tower, her boots clacking against the floor before her posture suddenly went stiff. She nearly dropped that fine sword.

Arturia stared at her hands in shock, then glanced at the door behind her. What was going on? Where was she? And why did she have her will back all of a sudden? She approached the door again, but only to close it. She didn't even look at the carnage on the other side. That done, she turned back to the hall she was in and stepped forward, scarcely daring to believe what had transpired.

Was she truly free once more?

A door opens on what is quite obviously some kind of constructed place. A cramped, cold hallway poorly with flickering light sources set into a metallic ceiling. A table, somehow too large to seat humans is flanked by two benches, and the hallway itself is surrounded by lockers with no names or numbers on them. The only sound is the low hum of mechanical parts whirring and a buzz, like some kind of generator continuing to produce power. At the head of the table sits an armored figure, even more scarred than he was at the last battle with Ruana. He sits with a large metal bottle, and two cups. One is filled, and reeks of harsh alcoholic liquid. He drinks in silence, though the other is empty. A long piece of paper, torn and battered, sealed at one end with red wax, sits on the table. It says only "MURDER" on it, nothing else.

The grey eyes of the warrior seem locked on the paper, as if he will somehow glean more from the inscrutable thing by staring at it for long enough.