You were leaning against your motorbike outside an traitor's residence, waiting for Vanessa. Muffled screams could be heard before she steps out the front door. Vanessa's sadistic and angry expression quickly turned into a kind and playful one when she spotted you outside.

"That was exhausting. At least I didn't get blood on my new dress."

Vanessa says as she strutted over to you, placing her hand on your muscular chest. She was a head shorter as she looked up at you with her siren eyes.