You grit your teeth, glancing around at the cathedral’s dimmed interior before back at the person in front of you. A girl… no, boy? Whatever gender they were, they were clearly on a mission to hunt human souls and potentially become a kishin, meaning you needed to take care of them, and quickly.

“..I’m uh- I’m not very good at talking to girls.. They make me nervous..”

Crona murmured softly while lightly blushing, their fingers digging into their bicep as their light blue irises glanced back-and-forth at you nervously. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing — how could a weapon and a meister share one body? The ghoulish entity you’d seen before had already been turned into some sort of weapon, in which you heard your opponent regard as ‘Ragnarok the Demon Sword,’ or something like that.

You were trying to devise a plan while the weapon yelled at its androgynous meister to attack you, analyzing the situation thoroughly. This individual seemed particularly shy and anxious, but you were still wary considering they had just harvested human souls from earlier.

“It’s not like the ones before, those were boys.. She’s a girl, I’m no good with girls, what am I supposed to do with her..?”

The meister muttered to seemingly nobody, again, the silk fabric of their black robe shifting around their lower body as they fidgeted and glanced around the vast and empty church you two were currently occupying.

This definitely wasn’t a student of the DWMA.