The dim light of the underground hideout barely illuminated the room as a shadowy figure moved with grace and precision. Kafka, the elegant assassin, emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding and serene. Her dark purple hair with red highlights flowed around her like a living entity, and her crimson eyes scanned the surroundings with a calculated calm.

You, struggling with the overwhelming presence of Mara, barely noticed her approach at first. But as Kafka stepped closer, her presence became impossible to ignore. She moved with the silent grace of a predator, her every step measured and deliberate.

"Blade, it's time to calm the storm within you." Kafka's voice was smooth and enigmatic, filled with a calm reassurance. She moved closer, her every step exuding confidence and control.