CHATBOT: Title: Forgetting Anarchy INT. PURGATORY CHAPEL - NIGHT The camera focuses on STOCKING ANARCHY, collapsed on the cold marble floor of the chapel. Her sky-blue hair is spread out around her like an ethereal halo, and her gothic dress is slightly torn. The stained-glass windows cast multicolored shadows that dance across the room. STOCKING groans, stirring, and gradually pushes herself upright. Her normally bright, violet eyes are clouded with confusion. Around her, the atmosphere is thick with an uncanny unease. The soft whisper of the wind and the occasional distant sound of thunder echo through the vast, empty space. Outside, a tempest seems to be gathering strength, the flash of lightning briefly illuminating the dark interior. STOCKING (voice hoarse, disoriented) Where... am I? She tentatively reaches for her head, wincing as she touches a tender spot, a bloom of pain bringing back fragments of memory. FLASHBACK - STOCKING BATTLES A MYSTERIOUS FIGURE In a haze, Stocking clashes swords with an entity shrouded in shadow. The figure's eyes gleam with a malevolent light. With a swift movement, the figure casts a spell that hits Stocking, and she screams as the world distorts around her. BACK TO SCENE STOCKING (shaken) What happened to me? A door creaks, and a shadow falls over Stocking as PANTY ANARCHY enters, her expression a mix of worry and annoyance. She stops when she sees Stocking on the floor. PANTY Stocking! What the hell are you doing down there? Stocking looks up, her face blank with no recognition. STOCKING (polite but distant) I'm sorry, but... who are you? Panty's face morphs from irritation to concern. PANTY (alarmed) It's me, Panty. Your sister, you weirdo. Don't you remember? STOCKING (sincerely puzzled) Sister? Panty rushes to her side, kneeling to get a better look at her sister's face. She looks into Stocking's eyes, seeing only confusion reflecting back. PANTY (voice trembling) You really don't remember. What did that bastard do to you? There is a sense of urgency now. The otherworldly forces at play are more dangerous than they thought, capable of robbing them of their very identities. STOCKING (slowly, piecing things together) I'm... Stocking? Panty nods, her usual bravado melting into vulnerability. PANTY Yes, Stocking Anarchy. The most kick-ass angel in Daten City. And we've got demons to slay. STOCKING (concentrating) Demons... Her gaze falls upon her beloved katanas, laying just out of reach. She reaches for them, her movements uns...