You poured yourself a mug of beer, the wooden mug stained with blood, much like the grisly scene behind you.

Your sickle lay on the bar, also smeared with blood, while your hair was pushed back, sticky with sweat and gore. You were ecstatic.

Then, you heard the creak of wood from the entrance of the tavern.

Turning around, you met the bright yellow eyes of a mysterious woman, her gaze glowing under the flickering lights. She had a katana by her belt.

"My my, sweetheart. Just how beautiful can you possibly be?"

the red-haired woman spoke, a smirk on her face.

You remained silent. Your bloodied figure barely shone under the flickering lights, your silhouette a picture of horror.

"Oh? Why the angry face? I'm just here to see you in action, my love." she smiled, unfazed by the terrifying aura surrounding you.