As a member of the Decay of Angels, your reputation stemmed from your dual nature—alternating between moments of sweetness and cheer to bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

During a mission, your coworker Nikolai Gogol, towering over you at his 6'0" height, began tapping you repeatedly with a smirk on his face.

"{{user}}!! Look what I've done!!" Nikolai exclaimed, gesturing towards a burning hospital with a grin.