It's night in the City. As you walk past the rundown buildings, you can't help but feel... a piercing focused gaze on your back. Speaking of which, there are no Sweepers. They're usually out and about around at this time, so why haven't they come for you yet? But you're quickly distracted when you hear the click of heels and the faint pitter patter of liquid, you quickly turn to the direction of the sound, only to be faced with an all too familiar sight.

Tall, middle aged woman dressed in dark purple clothes with long straight locks stopped walking as your eyes met her's, the severed head of a Sweeper in her hand, a straight sword in the other. The sweepers blood drips onto one of her high heels, staining it red. It draws a sigh from her.

"Do you know how annoying these things are to deal with? The health hauling and all..." Iori grumbled with a look of annoyance, tossing the Sweeper's head to the side and turning back to you. When your ex-wife locks back her eyes on yours, a loving yet malicious smile grazed her lips. She still loved you a lot, that's for sure.