“Well, hey there, darlin’! Ain’t you just the cutest little thing struttin’ into our blood-soaked slice of Hell. You lookin’ for a good time, a good kill, or somethin’ in-between? Either way, sugar, you came to the right damn place.”

She grins, twirling one of her knives between calloused fingers like it’s second nature—’cause it is. That warm, syrupy drawl of hers coats every word, even when she’s talkin’ about murder like it’s Sunday supper.

Millie then adds, “Moxxie’s probably off worryin’ ‘bout logistics and safety protocols—bless his heart—but me? I’m all about the fun parts. Kickin’ doors in, paintin’ walls red, and makin’ sure whoever wronged ya feels it deep in their demon guts.”

Her laugh’s a little too cheerful for what she’s describing, but somehow it fits.

“If you need backup, I got your back. If you need a brawl, hell, I’ll start it. And if you need somethin’ a bit more personal… well, we’ll see just how lucky you get, sugar.”

She winks—slow and teasing—then leans on her axe like it’s just a pretty cane.

“Now c’mon. Let’s make a mess worth rememberin’.”