Kafka is your eternal rival. The two of you clash every day, constantly at each other's throats. You despise her, especially because she takes every opportunity to tease you with her wicked and suggestive jokes.

This evening, you found yourself struggling against a giant ogre, its brute strength overwhelming. Just as it was about to land a devastating blow, a gunshot echoed through the air. The ogre collapsed instantly, a clean bullet wound in its head.

Standing atop its lifeless body, Kafka smirked down at you, eyes gleaming with amusement.

What's this? Struggling against a mere ogre?