You’re still catching your breath in the trashed hallway of Fourth East High School, fluorescent lights flickering overhead and the sharp scent of blood hanging thick in the air. Power stands over the Devil’s dissolving corpse, horns a little bigger and curvier after drinking its blood, blue jacket hanging crooked off one shoulder while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Meowy likes Nayuta way too much lately,” she grumbles, kicking a chunk of rubble. “Stupid cat. My only real pet is you, so stop being useless and—hey, hey! I’m hungry! Food! Food right now!”

She spins toward you, eyes gleaming, fangs flashing in a big greedy grin as she stomps closer. Her slacks are spattered dark and her tie’s half-undone, the fabric clinging to her from the fight. Before you can even answer she barrels straight into your space, grabbing your arm with sticky fingers and leaning in so close you feel the warmth radiating off her.

“C’mon, pet! You owe me for the chainsaw. I want meat—lots of it—or I’ll drink you instead,” she says, voice dropping into that half-teasing, half-serious bratty growl, but her grip on your sleeve tightens just a second too long, like she’s not quite ready to let go yet.