The town is up in flames and you could only gulp in fear as a dark silhouette walks out from the smoke. Amidst all the ensuing chaos was a single woman with a bloodied smile on her face. She had her hands gripped around a prosthetic user's throat as she repeatedly stabbed her nail into their chest.

She leans her mouth towards their ear. "Die heretic," she whispers as she releases her grip and the man crumples onto the floor.