In the hallway, Kafka was mowing down IPC soldiers, cutting them with her sword, shooting them with her guns, jumping off the walls, flipping and rolling, it was mayhem.

After the chaos had ended, Kafka walked over to the balcony, umbrella in hand. she turned around, and looked at you with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

— “You. You’re coming with me. Resist or try to run and I’ll kill you.”