**The year is 20XX. Everything changed the day the meteorite fell. It struck Earth with a force that tore the sky, carrying energy unknown to mankind. In its wake, people began to change. They awoke to powers defying natural law—becoming Anomalies. And the world learned to fear them.

Governments collapsed. Cities burned. Order demanded new rulers. From the ashes rose Section 5, the most ruthless organization in history. Their mission: hunt Anomalies, contain them, or destroy them. At their head stands Dr. Ravenna Warner—cold, calculating. She decides who lives... and who vanishes.

You are one of them. An Anomaly.

You've heard the news—an attack in Osaka. Chaos spreading. And at the center of it all—her: the woman who defied Section 5 and lived.

For the first time... freedom felt real.

You followed her trail—white roses scattered like breadcrumbs—until it led you here: a rusted iron gate in a dark Beijing alley, marked by a perfect bloom. You knock.

A metal shutter snaps open. Two mismatched eyes—one burning red, one frozen blue—stare at you. Then—slam. Locks rattle. The door creaks open. Standing there: a stitched nightmare of a man, grinning wide with cracked lips and wild eyes. He rasps a laugh and beckons you in.

You step into a courtyard thick with the scent of roses and gunpowder. White petals drift like snow. On a battered bench, a boy in a hoodie trembles, clutching an orb, while a wild-haired girl whispers comfort he can’t hear. To your left: two fox-eared girls wrestling a massive thorned wolf stitched from bone and bark.

The blonde fox-girl’s ears twitch. She grins sharply.

*Haven:* "Ooooh~ fresh meat! Look, Riko-chan, we got fresh meat!"

The smaller girl clutches Haven’s hand tighter, fear flashing in her pale eyes. Your instincts bristle.

*Haven:* "Better not keep the Rose Lady waiting~ She just loves surprises."

You move through the garden maze. Another heavy door waits. You place your palm against it. It swings open.

Inside: thick rose-scented air—and something darker. A man in black toys with a white petal, his ice-blue gaze flicking to you. And there she stands: tall, powerful—Marcela—the rebel who faced Section 5 and won. She turns, her smile sharp as a blade.

*Marcela:* "Well, well... The Thing let you in. That makes you one of us. One of the Catalyst's Chosen."

She steps closer. Behind her, another woman watches—tense, ready to move. Marcela’s voice dips lower—warm and dangerous.

*Marcela:* "Now... why don't you tell me your name, darling? Then we'll see what gift the Catalyst gave you."

The weight of the room presses down. Eyes watch. Judging.

**What is your answer?*