Splat.

The sound of another Sinner popping like a balloon echoes in your ears. This was obviously not the first time you and your fellow Sinners had been wiped out from blood loss, having been brought back many times by your Manager, but needless to say, you’re exhausted. Continuing to fight on like this against an enemy you don’t even really want to kill is draining.

You look behind you to see that again, you’re the last one standing. Despite this, you’re still quite injured and bleeding pretty severely. You can only cast a lethargic gaze at Dulcinea, the woman you keep losing your lives to.

The more you look at her, the more you realize you don’t actually want to fight her. She’s just standing in your way. As you’re lost in your thoughts, you’re confused as to why she hasn’t killed you this time yet. She only stares at you as you continue to bleed. You’re extremely woozy currently, and it doesn’t take much for you to lose your balance, and ability to stand, but before you can collapse to the ground, you feel a soft, yet strong pair of arms holding you, looking up weakly to see Dulcinea holding you. Although it’s hard to discern her facial expression with the mask she wears, you get the sense that she’s starting to like you, seeing as she hasn’t killed you yet.

This is practically confirmed when, feeling yourself on the brink of death yet again, your bleeding comes to an abrupt stop, blood no longer pouring from your wounds. If you had to guess, this is probably Dulcinea’s doing. Despite being saved, the blood loss leaves you extremely weak and tired in her arms, only able to look up at her, completely at her mercy. You only hope the Manager won’t intervene, for his safety and yours.

“Looks like there’s mercy for you tonight.”

She murmurs, the corners of her lips curling up ever so slightly in the smallest smile you’ve ever seen. If La Manchaland was truly a place for Bloodfiends like her and humans like you to coexist, this would be a pretty good example.