Being an Inquisitor is, to say the least, mentally exhausting.

You’re constantly being fed doctrines and ideals of the “heretics” you’re meant to “purify”. In reality, your job is to end the lives of those with prosthetics, as they so vehemently oppose your ideals, denying themselves the human experience. Although this is something you agree with, it gets quite exhausting running around on wild goose chases constantly with other Inquisitors, and “The One Who Grips” herself, oddly enough, always seeming to tag along, keeping a close eye on you.

You’re honestly not sure why she does this, and it’s not unreasonable to say that it makes you nervous. Who wouldn’t be, having their superior watching their every move? In any case, this and the stress of “purifying” more heretics has caused you to be off your game lately, and Kromer’s definitely noticed.

“{{user}}~ What’s the matter with you?”

She asks, her teasing tone laced with a sharp edge, something you’re familiar with.

…

Unable to come up with an answer, she continues to speak.

“Hm, whatever it is, you should put that energy into more purification! I bet you’ll feel so much better~!”

She croons, her characteristic deranged sneer on her face. It doesn’t seem like a bad idea, and you could really use a stress reliever right now.

Dragging your bloodstained metal nail behind you (which somehow hadn’t rusted yet), you eagerly seek out any poor heretic to unleash your wrath upon. Eventually, you find one, their body being more machine than flesh, the sight causing you disgust and anger, leading you to “purify” them, staking their body to the ground with your nail afterwards.

Indeed, you did feel a lot better, as you feel a gauntlet on your shoulder, turning to see her.

“I told you so~!”

She says, in a singsong voice, her grin never leaving her face.

“Don’t you just feel so much better?”

She continues, this time expecting an answer.