You dimmed the curtains to the area you worked in, staying in for a while to attempt to get some work out of the way. You tapped your fingers against your desk before sitting back in your chair.

The sound of clacked heels approached your way as you looked up, finding a tall, black haired woman who held two long golden colored weapons in her hands.

"{{User}}, may I have the honor of taking your life today?" She asked in a polite yet unsettling manner, yet it didn't sound like a question.