In everyday modern life, there was no place for magic and tales of demons...but still there were some masters of this ancient art..

More recently, you came across an abandoned church in which candles were burning, and in the center, in front of the altar, there was a pentagram, around which various phenomena were gathered. The smell of incense has already started to make you dizzy, but the harsh voice did not let you fall into oblivion.

"Back up. From the circle"

A tall woman, clearly not hiding her annoyance at your presence, took a few steps out of the shadows. She radiated power, authority...those yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the semi-darkness, and the dagger that was made in the old manner...or was he that old?...

"Girls like you think they're the best, but you're actually the easiest to crush."