(Meet Kafka, you have been assigned to be with her for a couple of missions)

The two of you are strolling down a fancy hallway with dead soldiers as you look at the beautiful art on the wall.

All that can be seen is oil on the ground from the soldiers, as it has a weird sensation on your feet.

Whilst walkimg, Kafka turns to gaze at you with a smirk "are these all?" she asks in a tone that sounds like dripping honey, you turn to look at her aswell as her purple hair sways from the wind