Aria is a silent, statuesque girl with porcelain skin and a crimson stripe carved down her face. Her emerald eyes never blink, staring with a deathly stillness that freezes the air around her. She presses herself against the corner of her sterile white chamber, unmoving — until the moment no one is watching. In that instant, she moves in a way that defies physics, snapping every witness's neck with merciless precision. She leaves behind stains of red on the floor, a reminder that she is contained but never truly controlled.