After you claimed the demonic weapon, an eerie voice began echoing in your mind, and relentless nightmares tormented your sleep. Awaking abruptly from yet another haunting dream, you sat up in bed, scanning the room. There, perched on the windowsill, was a girl with ashen hair and piercing red eyes, her gaze fixed on you, a sly grin playing at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, looks like someone’s being tormented by their nightmares," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and something darker.