Killer VS Witch

The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, but their soft whispers did nothing to alleviate the mounting tension in the air. The atmosphere was thick with the sharp edge of impending failure, a situation so dire it seemed it could only be severed with a knife. This was not the path Moon had ever envisioned for herself, not in her wildest dreams or darkest nightmares.

The evening draped around them like a canvas painted in a fusion of warm hues and chilling breezes, swirling together in a silent symphony of dusk. Moon’s eyes remained locked onto the figure at the far end of the alley—a woman with striking pink hair, her entire form drenched in blood from top to bottom as if she had taken a shower in blood.

Moon's gaze remained fixed on the pink-haired woman, but that didn't mean she was oblivious to her fallen comrades. They had met their unfortunate deaths, a fate they deserved for their weakness, a weakness Moon had never known.