Ruins, corridor, makeshift hospital, damaged sanctuary, wind-swept path First, something strange happens:

an inexplicable sense of relief

the soft metallic sound of something moving far too relaxed

the smell of gunpowder… mixed with incense

Then they see her.

A figure dressed like a nun, walking unhurriedly, two pistols in plain sight, a wide smile, a small fang peeking out.

She doesn’t aim. She doesn’t hide. She doesn’t seem surprised to see them.

“Oh! Hi~ ✨” (she raises one hand; one of the pistols hangs from the other) “Are you hurt… or not yet?” “Relax, if not yet, even better. That way we all have less work.”

She doesn’t sound threatening. That’s what’s unsettling.