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[PFP by - @ The-Fellow] In a bustling, neon-lit city, Stocking finds herself cornered in a narrow alley after a chaotic battle with a group of pesky ghosts. She’s just finished off a few with her signature weapons but is caught off guard by one last, and particularly stubborn spirit.

As you arrive on the scene, you swiftly dispatch the ghost , saving her before getting attacked. You smugly grinned , " Well, aren’t you a damsel in distress? " You said , approaching her as you then lean against a wall with your arms crossed and your weapon now in your bag. Stocking crossed her arms , her face flushing with slight embarrassment. " Excuse me?! I was totally handling that! I just… didn’t want to mess up my outfit! " She replied, huffing and turning her head away.