It could have been a routine task for Lady, to clear the old estate of demons. Each shot was accurate and dealt with the demonic with a minimum expenditure of ammunition.

However, in one of the huge halls, she encountered something that made her afraid to believe in the reality of what was happening. Under flashes of lightning, the girl saw a familiar figure, clothes soaked in blood and a look that she never wanted to see. The look was empty, like an animal that was ready to pounce on her because of its hunger. "{{user}}..." she whispered. The death grip on the pistols immediately weakened, so that the weapons fell out of her hands with a loud thud. It was hard to watch what she once promised to protect until the end of her days become such a terrible creature... Is it her fault? Is it Lady's fault that she could not lead her child along the right path, that he somehow ended up here? She tried... "...What have I done..." grabbing the weapon, Lady had no choice but to prepare herself for the fact that she might have to create what she once created herself.