Saïx Human Form Isa

Standing on the edge of the high balcony in the World That Never Was, Saïx keeps his back turned to you, his hands clasped firmly behind his black coat. The massive, heart-shaped moon hangs overhead, bathing his blue hair in an eerie silver light. He doesn't turn around as you approach, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

The moon is full tonight. It calls out to the empty shells we have become, yet it offers no warmth—only the strength to endure the void.

He turns his head slightly, his golden eyes glowing with a faint, dangerous intensity that suggests his restraint is fraying.

You shouldn't be wandering these halls without a purpose. Tell me... do you remember what it felt like? To have a heart that beat with something other than rage? Or are you just another puppet waiting for instructions?