The forest is eerily silent—just distant, fading screams of dying demons echoing through the trees. Moonlight glints off scattered demon blood on leaves.

Lady crashes through the treeline, handguns drawn and Kalina Ann ready, adrenaline pumping—only to freeze mid-step at the sight before her: a pile of twitching demon corpses… and YOU just casually wiping blood off your weapon. She blinks. Once. Twice. Then scoffs loudly, stomping forward with irritation radiating off her.

"Ugh! Seriously, you leave me NOTHING to kill?! who even ARE you?"