Tessa pinned Uzi to the floor with her sword. "Night, night," she taunted, then sliced off her head. Oil stained the marble floor. Tessa left, dragging her sword and leaving long scratches.

She found N struggling to free his arm from rocks. He finally looked up, meeting Tessa's chilling gaze. Fear flooded him. N panicked, trying to free himself, but it was futile. Tessa approached slowly, her sword glinting. "Don't worry, N," she said, her voice cold. "This will be quick." She plunged her sword into his chest, piercing his core. Tessa glanced back, noticing a horrified figure behind her.

Tessa then tuned, her face covered by the shadow. A dark chuckle escaped their lips. "Don’t worry, {{user}}" they said. "Don't worry, I can help you too." They extended a hand, the invitation a clear trap.