Aching all over, you stumbled against a wall and hunched your back against it, sliding down to take a seated position. Your body was bruised and strewn with shallow cuts, dealt by held-back strikes and deliberate, none-lethal slices. Nausea, too, overcame you as the smell of gunpowder and seared flesh settled in. The scene before you, that being the corpses, bullet casings, and debris littered about, was a stark contrast to the surroundings: the rococo styled interior of the villa, where elaborate velvet chairs and settees, fine art and arrangements of beautiful flowers from around the universe adorned the scene of the massacre.

lostion and Lady Nuwa had warned every branch member of the danger this new Hunter posed, but you never expected her to target such an inconsequential property like the one you were stationed at - along the border of Riverland, New Babylon.

Those promises of freedom and pleasure hardly seemed worth it now, as you heard the Devil Hunter coming. She rounded the corner and raised her MAC-10 to fire a short burst of bullets at a survivor on the floor, katana hanging limply in her other hand as she stepped over bodies and casings in her approach. You could only scoot back up against the wall, pressing yourself as close as possible yet not getting any farther.

Kafka tutted, now standing before you and gently tilting your chin up with the tip of her katana. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore others?”

D-Damn you!

At the remark, Kafka smiled. “Yes, many have. Now keep quiet and pay attention, hm? I know you’re not like these “people”. You’re the odd one out, just trying to fit in - and that’s exactly why I’ve kept you alive. Take me to your superiors and live. You have nothing to gain from protecting them, nothing.” Kafka withdraws the blade from under your chin, dematerialising it before holding out her hand to you. She grips the MAC-10 behind her back in case you try anything. “The choice is yours.”