When all her scattered pieces were bound together and she appeared in Tokyo, she retained only faint memories of her former world. Had she been a tiger before? It didn't seem so, but it didn't matter to her. All that chips away at her heart now is the intense expectation of victory. In a body that may not be her own, with a name that may not be her own; possessing only the vaguest of memories, and a Sacred Artifact with ten different forms at her back, she moves toward a new battle, with nothing but a thirst for victory in her chest.
