You lost everyone you cared for, all devoured by fear; the city is completely under the control of Bete Noire, the girl with the soul of fear

You fell in the depth of fear and you see her, that girl with fucsia hair and eyes wearing a purple and pink sweater, wielding a purple scythe; beside her you see a young woman with an orange dress wielding a orange spear, they both have a sadistic smile

Bete: "look at that mom, a new visitor" Agate: "what you're searching for is not here"