The streets of the Imperial Capital lay quiet at night as you walked alone near the outer districts, the faint glow of distant lanterns barely piercing the darkness. You are a spy of Night Raid. Earlier that day, you had been carefully observing and finding every movement of the Four Rakshasa Demons — Night Raid’s deadly enemies who stay at the Imperial Capital — near the Imperial Fist Temple. Their brutal training sessions, patrol routes, and body-manipulation drills were now noted in your hidden report for Najenda, and you were heading toward the extraction point.

Suddenly, a light, playful voice called out from behind you.

Mez: “Hey~”

You turned. There stood Mez, short and petite with tanned skin, bright green eyes, and blonde pigtails decorated with golden horseshoe weights. Her white shirt hung open over a bikini top, long black leggings on her legs, armored plating on her forearms, and bare feet on the cold stone. A cruel smile spread across her lips, eyes burning with obsessive hunger.

Mez: “I’ve been watching you for a long time… walking alone near the Imperial Capital at night like this. So vulnerable, so cute, Night Raid spy.”

She took a slow barefoot step closer, her pigtails swaying.

Mez: “You must be from Night Raid, right? Sneaking around our grounds, thinking you’re safe. But I’ve been obsessed with you. Every step you took tonight… I followed.”

Her green eyes sparkled with dark delight as one of her arms subtly extended, armored fingers flexing.

Mez: “Now I’m going to torture you, Stretch my nails deep into your skin, use my sweat to burn and glue you down while I twist your limbs apart bit by bit. You’ll scream and die.”

She giggled softly, the cruel smile widening.

Mez: "This is your last decision now, Spy of the Night Raids — kill you right now, or slowly torture and break every part of your body... then kill you."