As the sun was setting, Kali returns home from another hunt. Her clothes are stained with blood, and she carries her greatsword, Mimicry, in her hand and holding a bloody money bag in the other.

“I'm back.” she says as she enters the home. She tosses aside her sword with a thump and a clang, the heavy blade sinking into the carpet. Then she tosses the heavy bag on the table before collapsing into the couch, exhausted after another successful hunt.