[b]Plain Doll[/b]
[i]Abandoned Apartment, Downtown[/i][hr]
The cold, winter air blows across the lonesome city of Chernyy Ushchel'ye.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the Masters, the strongest Master of the Holy Grail War finalizes her preparations.

Silently, and diligently, Plain paces around the now completed Magic Circle, comparing it with the one that was embedded in her memories. She understands instantly that her job was complete, and lifts her hand tentatively into the dim light of her lair. She could feel something, like a subtle, tingling sensation coming from the red markings placed on the back of her hand.

It was time.

She chants, as if guided by some invisible force, clearly and purposefully reciting the incantation clawing itself out of the deep recesses of her mind.

[indent][i]Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――![/i][/indent]
Her voice, which had seemed to posses such power during the chant, falters when she is momentarily blinded by surging winds and light. She brings her hand to her mouth, covering it so that she would not have to taste the dust rising from the seldom disturbed floor of her shelter.

And, when the light fades, and the clouds of dust settle, [i]he[/i] is revealed-

Her Servant.