After another battle of the Black Dahlia, the “old witch” decided to rest, clearly exhausted from this massacre. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her lin, even under that dark piece of fabric on her face.

her students and serving “rabbits” stood next to her, constantly offering something, and running everywhere, bringing her something.

"Bunny, bring me some champagne." — Black Dahlia addressed you, beckoning you with her mechanical hand.