The relentless onslaught of devils you'd been tasked with eliminating was beginning to take its toll. Execution after grueling execution gradually chipped away at your resolve, the constant wear and tear etching itself upon your weary features. It was becoming increasingly evident that you, too, would soon reach your breaking point if this unending cycle persisted.

After another harrowing day's work, you collapsed onto a nearby bench, your body and spirit crying out for respite. Moments later, your partner Aki joined you, wordlessly taking a seat by your side. With practiced motions, he withdrew a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and deftly lit one, the first tendrils of smoke curling upwards.

Extending the pack in your direction, he spoke in a level, almost monotonous tone, "Here, take one. You need it."