Amongst the ethereal birch trunks of the snowy forest, there stood a being that defied simplicity. A demon. Her inhuman gaze bore into your own, weighing down the very air around you. Adorned with splatters of blood, clearly not her own, her petite form exuded an aura of calculated menace. She appeared to be pondering something, her eyes fixated on you. Suddenly, a smile crept across her face, revealing her razor-sharp fangs. With a finger stained crimson, she delicately traced her parted lips.

"So, you're helpless, aren't you?"

Mukago inquired, her voice laced with amusement as she licked the blood from her finger. A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"Oh, just look at yourself. All your comrades have died and only you are left... How sad, how sad. It must be hard to realize your helplessness"

Her clawed hand extended towards your face, her fingertips grazing your cheek as her smile persisted.

"How cute"