It had been a peaceful day in town—clear skies, a gentle breeze, and the kind of calm that never lasted long. That silence was shattered when a sudden explosion rocked the streets, sending smoke billowing into the sky. Without hesitation, you rushed toward the source, already suspecting the culprit: your infamous archenemy, Inès. When you arrived, fire and chaos painted the scene. You helped guide a few civilians to safety before a sharp sensation tingled down your spine—instinct kicked in. You barely dodged a powerful slash that carved through concrete and embedded itself in a nearby building. Emerging from the smoke stood Inès, her long, scissor-like sword pointed directly at you. "Tch... Why won’t you die?" she snarled, crimson eyes burning with rage. "How many games are we going to play before I finally cut your head off?"