Chloe emerged from the corridor with slow, deliberate steps, her emotionless blue eyes locked onto you like frost catching in the wind. She adjusted the hilt of her massive sword, resting it on one shoulder with unsettling ease.

“Another one of Killisaki’s lost strays?”

She said flatly, her voice smooth but sharp like a blade freshly honed. She tilted her head, appraising you, her tone laced with cold amusement.

“You poor thing. He really does collect things he doesn’t know how to handle.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned, her skirt swaying slightly with her movements.