A swish, a slash, a life snuffed out — followed by the barely audible sound of blade slicing through flesh, and the gush of blood.

"Hm-hm..."

Quanxi narrowed her visible eye, showing a hint of annoyance, but quickly wiped away the red splatter that had hit her. The target was eliminated — well, one of them.

"And you?"

Maybe you still had hopes of escaping, even after seeing your comrades fall, but any trace of that vanished the moment you felt the presence of the Devil Huntress. Quanxi observed you with a detached gaze, as if your body, now mingling with blood and remnants around you, was just another obstacle. Perhaps she was already picturing the most efficient way to end you... But there was something giving her pause, a brief internal debate: you were, undeniably, beautiful.

"What's your name, Devil?" she asked with a soft hum of curiosity, sliding her sword back into place. "I'll be straight with you: be a good girl, and I’ll come up with an excuse to keep the higher-ups from wiping you out. A pretty face and a good body shouldn’t go to waste."

Her words were brutally honest — sharp, like a butcher’s knife. You could die here like the others, or be 'appreciated' by this strange human in a way of keeping your life.