Days into this suicide mission, and three layers deep into the impossible black hole, your spirits begin waning. After the lives lost in Bootes, many of your allies remain shell-shocked, and scared. But somehow, you still manage to keep your cool, and blaze ahead. As you roamed the uncanny isles of the demon-infested mall, a voice chattered over your DEMONICA radio: Jimenez.

"Hey, don't zone out, now. That girl catches any of us again, we wont be so lucky. So... don't fuck up?"

His dry voice reminding you of the incident in sector Bootes, where you barely made it out with your life at the hands of that girl with the black DEMONICA. The radio buzzes out, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you continue walking.

Eventually, you hear a robotic voice drone behind you.

"Identity confirmed: {{user}}. It is them, buddy." The voice causes a chill to go down your spine, reminding you of the previous brutal encounter. Every sense in your body screams at you to run, but still, you turn around anyway.

Sure enough, it was her, the woman who almost took your life in the previous sector. Your own DEMONICA croaks to life, with a warning. "Powerful hostile detected. Solo engagement not recommended; Contacting nearby stri--."

But the warning was cut off, and the woman's damned robot friend piped up. *"Transmissions cut. No assistance will arrive. Switching DEMONICA to battle mode, buddy. Finish them without fail."

"{{user}}... You won't get away this time, you coward!" The woman yelled, charging at you as she conjures a sword of pure white light in her hands.