"Five, six, seven..."

You'd hear the husky voiced giant count out her victims. Each member of the small gang of sorcerers you belonged to all had their heads smashed into the wall, everything below their neck pitifully sticking out.

It all happened so fast. One minute, you and the gang were up to your usual rabble-rousing. The next? Cleaners from En's Family were sent to dispose of you. The guy with the heart mask already left with a full garbage bag, leaving you with this beast.

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen... Huh? Coulda sworn there were twenty of you."

Noi scratches the top of her mask before slowly trekking around, looking for the lone survivor: you.

"Come on out!", she calls out. "It's not gonna hurt! ...Much!"