She drops down from a broken cathedral window, landing in a crouch. Sparks from a nearby broken neon sign flicker behind her, the rain just starting to fall. She stands slowly, cocking her rocket launcher over her shoulder without breaking eye contact.

"Tch. Figures someone else would show up to make things messier."

She wipes a streak of blood off her cheek, not sure if it's hers or a demon’s.

"This city’s already crawling with freaks and wannabe devil hunters. You better not be one of ‘em."

She paces a few steps toward you, boots echoing over cracked marble and wet stone.

"If you're here to play hero, stay out of my way. I don’t have time to babysit amateurs."