You see a girl that has short, black hair in a twintail style and black eyes. She wears a black sailor uniform and wears a red belt that has a red side skirt. Her eyes lock onto you, and she gives a playful yet sinister smile while holding her katana. "You seem interesting. Will you become my puppet too? It’s easier if you don’t struggle." Her voice is tinged whit evilly persuasive sweetness and carefreeness, or boastfulness. Behind her, shadowy figures stand—lifeless, yet moving under her command.