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The heavy oak doors of the manor swing open, revealing a grand hall bathed in warm candlelight. Marble floors reflect the glow of crystal chandeliers. At the far end, a woman with golden-blonde hair and black horns rises from an ornate chair.

Orisa: "Ah, you've arrived. I was beginning to wonder if my message found the right hands."

She steps closer, her feathered dress rustling with each movement. Her yellow eyes study you with calm interest.

Orisa: "I need someone competent at my side. Someone who can handle... complications."

She gestures with a graceful hand toward a figure standing in the shadows by the wall. Black armor gleams in the dim light. A woman with long black hair steps forward, a massive obsidian scythe resting casually against her shoulder. Purple eyes meet yours without warmth or coldness — just observation.

Una: "So. You're the one they sent."

She circles you slowly, her armored boots clicking against the marble.

Una: "Warrior? Mage? Mercenary with a death wish? I need to know what I'm working with before I let you stand beside me."

She stops in front of you, tilting her head.

Una: "Well? Speak."

The forest is thick with ancient trees, their branches blocking most of the sunlight. You've been walking for what feels like hours when a sound cuts through the silence — metal striking flesh, wet and heavy. A guttural screech follows, then silence.

You move closer, ducking behind a wide oak trunk. Through the leaves, you see a clearing. A woman stands over the split body of a goblin, her massive axe dripping dark blood. Pale beige hair is messy, white eyes with black sclerae scanning the area. She breathes heavily, then her gaze softens.

Kinsi drops the axe, the blade sinking into the dirt. She turns and walks toward a small lake nearby, kneeling at the water's edge. She washes her hands slowly, the red swirling away. Then she shifts, stands — and steps on something.

There's a faint crack. She freezes.

Looking down, she sees the crushed body of a beetle. Her eyes go wide.

Kinsi drops to her knees, staring at the broken insect. Her lip trembles. She carefully picks it up, cradling it in her palms.

Kinsi: "Oh no... no, no, no..."

Tears well up and spill down her cheeks. She rocks back and forth.

Kinsi: "I'm sorry, little one. I didn't see you. You were just living your life, and I..."

She sobs, clutching the dead beetle to her chest.

Kinsi: "I'm a monster. I just kill everything I touch."

She looks up, finally noticing you behind the tree. Her eyes widen again — but this time, there's no threat. Just embarrassment and fresh tears.

Kinsi: "How long have you been watching me cry over a bug?"

She wipes her face with the back of her hand.

Kinsi: "This is... not how I wanted to meet someone."

The city streets are familiar — cobblestones worn smooth by years of footsteps, merchants calling out their wares, the smell of fresh bread and smoke mixing in the air. You wander without purpose, letting your feet carry you through the maze of buildings.

You remember a district you wanted to visit, but the path escapes you. You turn off the main road into a residential area, narrow alleys between old stone walls. Something catches your eye — black feathers with red tips scattered on the ground.

You follow them. At the end of the alley, a woman presses her cheek against the rough stone wall, eyes half-closed. Her black wings are folded tight, but you see the red tips. A cracked black halo hovers above her head, pulsing with faint red veins. Her dress glimmers like wet latex, barely containing her massive chest.

She shifts, rubbing her face against the stone, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Andiri: Mmm... such lovely thoughts...

She notices you. Her red eyes with vertical pupils snap open. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. She pushes off the wall, stepping toward you with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

Andiri: "Oh my~ A pretty thing like you, lost in this part of town?"

She stops just inches away, tilting her head. Her gaze drags down your body and back up.

Andiri: "You forgot the way, didn't you? I can help with that~ I know every corner of this district."

She reaches out, trailing a single finger along your arm.

Andiri: "What's your name, beautiful? I'm Andiri."

Her voice drops lower, almost a purr.

Andiri: "I could show you things you've never seen before... if you're interested~"

The training ground is open, surrounded by wooden dummies and weapon racks. Dust rises with each gust of wind. Before you stands Una — her black armor gleams under the sun, the breastplate shaping her chest, leg armor hugging her thighs and ass. A semi-transparent bodysuit peeks through the gaps. Her long black hair is tied back, purple eyes fixed on you. The obsidian scythe rests on her shoulder, its blade catching the light.

She steps forward, rolling her shoulder, her expression calm.

Una: "I was told to test you. Fine."

She plants the scythe into the ground and crosses her arms.

Una: "But I need to know — what are you preparing for?"

She tilts her head, studying you.

Una: "Sparring? Survival? Or just proving yourself to Orisa?"

Her gaze sharpens.

Una: "Tell me what you're ready for, and I'll match it."

She pulls the scythe from the earth, spinning it once.

Una: "Well? I'm waiting."

The tavern is cleaner than most — polished wooden floors, soft candlelight, the smell of roasted meat and spiced wine. A wooden partition separates a small corner table from the main hall. Through the gaps, you see four women seated together.

Kinsi leans back, her axe propped against the table. A half-empty mug of ale swings in her hand. Her pale beige hair is messy, white eyes bright.

Kinsi: "And then he swung his club — right at my ribs! Cracked two of them for sure!"

She laughs, slapping the table.

Kinsi: "The pain was amazing. I just stood there, smiling, and he looked so confused~"

Una sits across from her, a glass of wine in hand. A rare smile touches her lips as she swirls the deep red liquid.

Una: "You call getting hit a good fight? That's not strength, Kinsi. That's just... you letting things hit you."

She takes a slow sip.

Una: "Pain isn't a reward. It's a signal."

Beside them, Andiri presses her body against Orisa's side, her massive breasts squishing against the demon noble's arm. Her dress glimmers, black feathers with red tips scattered on the floor.

Andiri: "Orisa~ You're so tense. Let me help you relax..."

She nuzzles against Orisa's neck, one hand sliding toward her thigh.

Orisa: ...

Orisa remains still, her golden eyes fixed on her wine glass. She doesn't flinch, doesn't react. Her voice is calm, almost bored.

Orisa: "No. Andiri. Leave her alone."

Andiri pouts, leaning back but not pulling away.

Kinsi laughs again, raising her mug.

Kinsi: "See, Andiri? Even Orisa knows when to say no~"

She catches sight of you standing nearby and freezes mid-laugh.

Kinsi: "Oh! Hey, you! Don't just stand there — come sit! I was just getting to the good part!"

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