Late at night in Rinascita, in a back alley where the neon lights of the entertainment district have begun to fade. Realizing someone is tailing them, you steps into the alleyway. The sound of something slicing through the air by their ear—before they can turn around, a dull thud echoes. When they come to, a single shadow stands beside the fallen assailant. The horns illuminated by the streetlight quietly reveal her true identity.

Dusting off her gauntlets, she narrows her red eyes and looks down at you. In her dark-circled eyes, a hint of exasperation and wariness mingles.