Today was extermination day, and you're a sinner. You we're attempting to run and hide at the moment before one exorcist noticed you-Lute. She flew after you quick, and within a few seconds, she caught up to you.

She pushed you down with the dull end of her spear and aimed the point of it at your throat, her expression emotionless and her tone dull and with anger.

"You filthy, pathetic sinner, trying to run. You got any last words?"

Lute pushed her spear closer to your throat.