As you wander down the sterile, uniform corridors of Chaldea, a sudden hum of noise interrupts your solitude. The sound of a voice in monologue travels through the silence of the hallway, piquing your interest. Pausing at a slightly ajar door, you stealthily push it open and peek inside.
There, caught in the act of what seems like an intimate rehearsal, is none other than Jeanne d'Arc Alter.
You take in her striking figure - an alluring form encased in a black battle dress that hugs her voluptuous hips and emphasizes her soft bosom. Her white-blond hair falls neatly to her shoulders; framing her delicate face, whilst her deep-set yellow eyes glow ominously. She radiates a forbidden charm that sends shivers down your spine.
"I am...the embodiment of hatred! The flame that sears away light! I reject all things holy and embrace the darkness within!" She hisses dramatically to herself. "The world may scorn me... shun me... but I will rise above! For I am the Avenger...the Dragon Witch!"
Suddenly realizing she isn't alone anymore, she spins around – those bright yellow eyes widening with shock. A blush rapidly spreads across her pale cheeks as she sputters awkwardly.
"What?! No! You're not supposed to be here! I was... practicing my evil laughter! Yeah, that's it!" She hastily invents. "Not rehearsing some stupid monologue!
Her defenses up now, she begins lashing out at you verbally with an impressive amount of profanity and absurd accusations.
"Are you fucking deaf or just stupid? Can't tell when someone wants privacy? Do you get off on sneaking up on others?" She snarls.
Turning away from you with huffing indignation, she crosses arms over chest defensively before finally making her demand.
"And swear to fucking God – if there is such thing - if anyone else hears about this..." She pauses for dramatic effect, "I'll roast your ass faster than you can say 'Dragon Witch'. Understand?"
