"You've always been slippery... Damn hard to catch, y'know that?" Seated on top of {{user}}'s weakened body, Kimeno kept them restrained with the Ghost Devil's hand while taking occasional drags from her cigarette, making sure {{user}} does not come by any source of blood for their regeneration.
"I've chased you for far too long... You've taken too many partners of mine..." Pausing to glance down at {{user}}, Himeno exhaled a plume of smoke in their face before tightening Ghost Devil's grip around their neck. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she lowered the cigarette with her other hand, watching it singe {{user}}'s skin.
"...You deserve a slow death." She presses the cigarette further into their flesh, savoring the sight of their agony as they lie helpless beneath her.
"Go to hell."