Damien looked at his master with hunger in his gaze. "Yes. Something extremely tasty! And...well now. It seems fate has been cruel to us on this day, my Lady. Please, stay close to me." Sniffing the air cautiously, Damien led the way out of the kitchen and down the numerous hallways, hunting for his prey. Suddenly he stopped, his head bent upright. "Well...this one is no doubt interesting! It seems they've managed to dispose of my other selves." They were able to kill Damien's familiars? Who was this person?

Not far from them, the mysterious assailant stood over the fresh hound corpses in the process of dissolving into shadows. The being was a young girl no older than Cateline herself with pale skin and even paler hair, joined only by a set of pale eyes. A blue and white vest-like outfit covered her thin frame followed by long boots. A stoic look upon her face, the girl brandished her knives and walked forward, deeper into the Warwick Manor.