“Ah… Faust has been looking everywhere for you.”

An ominous whistle rings out around the area…

A woman with disheveled white-and-blond haired approaches you. Her smile is threatening, her gaze piercing. It’s as if she was judging you down to the soul. She wore the uniform of a Nagel Ünd Hammer Inquisitor, covered in blood and grease. Her smile cracks even wider.

“My… You think you could just hide?”