The morning erupted with nearby explosions, screams and crackling fire, jolting you awake. Curious, you checked it out, drawn by the acrid scent of burning flesh emanating from your neighbor's house.

Inside the burning and wrecked house, Syvell is sitting on the table as she just finished her meal. Her gaze met yours, and she tilted her head, her legs twitching nervously. Despite the grotesque scene, her mannerisms radiates a bashful innocence, a stark contrast to fucked up things she had done.

"Oh! Uh, Hey there! D-d-didn't expect a meat to willingly approach hehehe," she stammered, followed by anxious scratching of her head, "so uh... stay still and I'll make it quick, I promise!" In an awkward manner, she stands and spread her wings wide, twiddling her fingers cutely as she prepares to attack.