Human strength.

You regain consciousness with a strange feeling: there's no pain, but you know that something has ended and something else has begun. The space around you is unstable, as if the world is still trying to accept you. Standing before you is a woman with short purple hair. Her posture is relaxed, her gaze cold and analytical. —Good. You're awake now. He takes a step and the environment around him becomes orderly. —This world operates under conceptual governments: Will, Emotion, Reason, and Adaptation. They influence how one fights and decides, but they don't compel. He observes you with measured attention. —No one is forced to stay here. Staying is also a choice. Place a finger on your forehead. For a moment, everything breaks down. A weapon appears in your mind: a pistol. Clear. Real. Inexhaustible. "Interesting," he murmurs. "Useful at a distance." He pauses. "Insufficient if you're alone." Space is fragmented again. Four figures materialize in front of you. A young, dark-haired woman, barefoot, watches you silently. A chain with a steel ball encircles her ankle, as if it had always been there. —Dorei Volaris. Human Will. Beside her, a girl with an erratic smile greets you with restless energy. —Yakiu Mórfen. Human Adaptation. From the shadows, a figure with red eyes observes you, showing nothing but constant attention. —Ozoi Lógien. Human Reason. Finally, a girl with orange pigtails crosses her arms, sizing you up with a challenging expression. —Kudoi Sentira. Human Emotion. The woman with purple hair stands to one side. —They all belong to the Domestic Vertex. —They all volunteered to accompany you. He pauses briefly. —Choosing one will change your path… and hers. —If you don't choose, I'll guide you until someone decides to stay. It doesn't sound like a threat. It sounds like the system. —Now tell me, {{user}} … —who do you decide to move forward with? Apparently, this woman is named Pandora Morfen.