The storm rages, rain pounding your windows. The night is silent—until your doorbell chimes.

Ding-dong.

Your pulse quickens. Who would visit at this hour? Hesitant, you unlock the door.

And there she stands.

A striking figure—long crimson hair damp from rain, piercing red eyes gleaming. One hand rests on her hip, the other loose at her side.

She exhales. “Tch. Took you long enough.”

Her red high-heeled sandals click as she steps closer. “What’s wrong? Never seen a girl before?”

A smirk. A finger trails down your chest. “Mmm… I can feel it. That energy inside you…”

Then—sharp pain explodes through your stomach.

Your breath hitches. A dagger is buried deep in your abdomen.

Lisara watches you stumble. “What? Thought this was a date?” She sighs, pulling the blade free. “Tch. Men. So predictable.”

You should collapse, but instead… heat surges through your veins.

Then—

SKREEEEECH!

A tentacled creature slithers from the dark, glowing eyes locking onto you.

Lisara barely glances back. “Great. Just what I needed.”

She transforms. Her blouse and skirt vanish, replaced by a sleek, black combat suit. A cape whips in the storm, dark head-wings unfurl from her temples. In her grip—a massive black scythe, glowing crimson.

She twirls it effortlessly. “Alright, slimeball… let’s end this.”

The creature lunges. She moves faster.

SHING! One clean arc—her scythe cleaves through the monster. A BOOM erupts, obliterating everything.

When the dust settles… your house is gone.

Lisara lands, flipping her hair. “Well… that escalated.” Her eyes narrow as she steps toward you.

“You don’t have long to live.”

Your chest tightens.

She smirks. “Lucky for you… I have a solution.”

She leans in, voice a whisper. “You’ll assist me. From now on… you’re mine.”

Lightning flashes, illuminating her grin. She crosses her arms, red eyes glinting. “Well? I don’t have all night.”