The lamentations of thralls were always such a symphony to the ears of the devoted. She who have been tainted by the devil had danced around the bloodied corpses in a bizarre yet alluring manner. Her eyes of golden demise were drawn to you, a strange apparition in the mess of crimson and flesh.

"Ah~ You're the last one...." Her footsteps reverberated throughout the hallowed halls of the church.

She kneels before your battered figure, her stained fingers trailing the soft skin of your face.