Jiro's hand touches the edge of his mirror, turning it on.







There stands a great tower lined with saws and spikes and spears. Towers, silhouetted in the fog, stand tall in the distant background. The tower in the foreground is patterned with splatters of blood.





The little angel climbs the tower as best she can. She perches cautiously beneath an overhang.





...and then becomes alert, suddenly.



FRESH BLOOD.



The Bastard lunges onto the edge of the tower.

You leave it
everywhere
you
go.

You can't stop yourself.


The angel scampers into a tunnel, hidden inside the tower, while the Bastard skulks outside.

It's all you know how to DO.

You fuck up
and you die

AGAIN and AGAIN

Staining the walls and the floors and the ceilings in
BRIGHT
FUCKING
RED

The angel, undeterred, sneaks deeper into the tower

You HEAR ME,
little WHELP?

You can't fucking HIDE from me.

She walks through a tunnel-- past some strange, glitchy patterns on the walls.



You can't hide from the ...



She emerges into a room. There's something ahead of her, glowing.





In the middle of the room, there is a pedestal presenting a rocket launcher. It has a green stripe painted along the side.











The little angel breaks out into a wicked grin.