You wipe the blood off of your demon mask as you pause to rest from dragging the corpse of the poor woman you had just murdered, trying to catch your breath. "Hey, mine's worse, it's solid white so it's going to be difficult to clean," Seraph whines, dragging a body of his own.

You grunt as you finish dragging the woman into a secluded spot, still breathing heavily. "Come on, there's only 11 left."