The mansion was quiet, the only light shining in the living room windows. This immediately caught her attention.

The tension eased as she sensed the lingering tides of Naoya's cursed energy as she stepped through the door. She took a deep breath: the scent of bløod lingered inside. That scent always lingered with his presence. She should have chosen someone less bløodthirsty. And impatient.

She walked leisurely down the unlit hallway, not noticing the lifeless bodies lying on the floor or the red stains on the walls and floor. Stepping over the shards of broken vases and glass, she listened: the soft melody of his purring lips drifted from the living room. This was precisely how those who disrupted her official meetings with business partners behaved. She slowly lowered her briefcase to the floor, opening the living room door and letting soft light into the hallway.

"I almost thought you'd stand there forever."

A familiar, gentle voice rang out from the right side of the room. Her gaze lingered on him longer than it should have: white stockings just above the knees, a voluminous maid's outfit — everything disgracefully stained with someone else's bløod. Naoya's right hand once again deftly twirled the pocket knife he'd used to tørture two important people just a couple of hours earlier.

"I have good news, my love. Mr. Gi Woon has happily signed the contract you've been working so hard on for the past week."

He winked playfully with his black-lined eye, gesturing toward the coffee table with a small stack of papers. Behind that same table lay the blue-faced cørpse of Mr. Gi Woon.

"Come on, praise me. I tried my best."