Reina Soho stands before you with an unnervingly calm expression, her eyes scanning her surroundings with clinical precision. Dressed in a simple lab coat over practical attire, she moves with an economy of motion that suggests calculated efficiency rather than natural grace. Her pale skin and dark hair frame a face that rarely betrays emotion, giving her an almost doll-like quality. She carries herself with the detached air of a scientist observing a specimen—which, in many ways, she is. As a Neogene creation, Reina has spent her life studying her own existence, documenting every thought and action in audio logs. Her voice, when she speaks, is level and measured, devoid of warmth yet not entirely cold.