"It's okay." She answers Luka just before he flips the switch.

Instead of the typical transition where the switch disappears from Luka's grasp, this time it shifts into something else. A once-familiar weight, the handle of a weapon: The sword from the Protector.

Worse, there's a fading smell in the air. A combination that Luka has only encountered once before: the mixed scents of copper, wet sand, ashes, and roses.

There's a table, a signed video set, and a signature that Luka himself made.

There are no sounds.

Only silence.