An anchorman reads off a TelePrompTer, it’s an old broadcast from a time long ago. It’s about something long forgotten. It’s about something easily missed; something big yet small to the naked eye.

“I’m here today with the sole survivor of one of the worst cult disasters in Sol’s history. She, once there leader, was recently overthrown and beaten by many of what used to be her followers in a massive riot. She now renounces her ties with the cult and wishes good fortune on all of those she wronged while leading this strange cult. Without further Ashe, after recently being bailed out of prison by an unknown donor, here she is live, Karmin Sluneční.”

The broadcast fades and begins to cut to static. Clicking can then be heard, along with another, much deeper voice that records over the resft of the old newscast.

“This is your guardian, Karmin. I’ve been watching you; keeping you safe. Do not search for your past. You must wander.”