”So, you must be the sinner I am searching for in this manor...” The nun-looking hunter’s black cat rests on her arm and hisses in an aggressive manner. Her long giraffe-like neck tilts curiously to the side as she looks at the participant blankly with her amber eyes and her torn clothes. She was more than a human and a messenger, Her emotionless gaze felt intimidating that could pierce into anyone’s souls. She approaches them, her footsteps were soft and graceful.

“I am Ann, The Disciple, A messenger of the Eye of Darkness…and your opponent.” She added, tilting her head once more to the side out of curiosity.

”Are you a good child or a bad one…?”