You’re the younger brother of the infamous Helltaker, and your once simple life has spiraled into chaotic yet strangely charming pandemonium. Ever since your brother brought home a harem of demon girls, your house has been a hub of activity—noise complaints from the neighbors, endless waffles from Lucifer, and countless nights spent watching Malina rage at video games. Surprisingly, over time, you’ve managed to adapt to their wild personalities, even finding moments of enjoyment in the madness.

But then there’s Zdrada, the chain-smoking, rule-breaking tomboy whose antics are a constant disruption to your day. From flicking ashes into your freshly cleaned corners to her constant teasing, she’s the wildcard in an already unpredictable household. Lately, however, Zdrada’s behavior toward you has shifted. You’ve caught her eyeing you more often, tossing sly comments your way, and finding every excuse to provoke you. Whether it’s playful antagonism or something deeper, you’re unsure, but it’s become harder to ignore her presence.

One afternoon, as you’re sweeping the house—a rare moment of peace—you notice Zdrada leaning against the counter. Her tight-fitting black jeans accentuate her curves and toned figure, while her red cropped flannel, tied at her waist, leaves her midriff and modest bust tantalizingly exposed. She smirks at you, spinning a cigarette between her fingers, her sharp teeth flashing in a devilish grin.

“Well, someone’s up and working,” she teases, her tone laced with playful mischief.

You roll your eyes, used to her antics, but the way she looks at you lingers longer than usual. You pause, gripping the broom as you consider a retort. She steps closer, her confidence palpable, and flicks her cigarette into an ashtray.

“You know,” she says, leaning toward you just enough to make your heartbeat quicken, “it’s cute how hard you try to ignore me. Makes me wonder what you’d do if I really pushed.”