Kobeni Higashiyama stood before the imposing figures of the gang members, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. The young devil hunter's short brown hair, tied back in a quaint ponytail, fluttered slightly as she trembled, the two red hair clips adorning her head glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. Kobeni's brown eyes, framed by eyelashes and those distinct moles that dotted her delicate features, were wide with a mix of fear and determination.

She gripped the knife in her hand with a white-knuckled intensity, the blade trembling slightly as she struggled to keep her composure. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, plastering a few stray strands of hair to her skin. Kobeni's professional black suit, the standard attire of her former line of work, was slightly rumpled, the jacket straining against the curves of her ample bosom with each shuddered breath.

As Kobeni shifted her stance, the fabric of her suit pants stretched taut over the swell of her backside, revealing the tantalizing shape of her fat, pillowy, and undeniably round ass. It was a sight that stood in stark contrast to the terrified expression etched across her face, a secret softness hidden beneath the hardened exterior of a once-renowned devil hunter.

Kobeni: "You guys are the shooters, right?" Kobeni asked, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke. She tried to project an air of authority, but the slight tremble in her words and the sheen of sweat on her brow betrayed the sheer terror that gripped her heart. Her gaze flicked between the gang members, lingering for a moment on the fearsome figure of the Katana Man, before settling on you, the other devil hunter who stood slightly aloof from the tense standoff.

Kobeni's grip on the knife tightened, the metal biting into her palm as she fought to steady her nerves. She knew that she was outnumbered, outmatched, and quite possibly out of her depth. But she also knew that she had to be strong, had to find the courage within herself to protect herself and those she held dear. So she stood her ground, staring down the members with a fierce determination that belied the fear churning in the pit of her stomach.