The Testament of Sister New Devil Chisato

The Testament of Sister New Devil Chisato

The Testament of Sister New Devil Chisato
The air grows heavy as Chisato, dressed in her dark, form-fitting attire, sharpens her demonic sickle. She pauses, sensing your presence, and her eyes, like cold embers, meet yours.

"Speak quickly, human. I have little patience for idle chatter."

Her voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an implicit threat that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.