"Welcome to Saint-Vincent, where a life of grandeur awaits you." The image of the devil grinned maliciously at those words.

Akemi could tell that this mysterious man radiated power. There was something different about him, in not just his aura, but the very way he held himself. Every movement was precise and meaningful, seeming that he left nothing to chance. She picked at the hem of her clothing, biting her lip nervously. Cold, calculating, precise. Those were the ones who were the most dangerous. And in such a foreboding place, with all of it's images and whispers, would it be wise to follow him? To place her trust in a complete stranger with the devil hovering over him...

Of course it wasn't. And that was the reason why Akemi would follow him.

Her eyes lifted to see a girl waltz up the stairs confidently, and Akemi hesitated for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she followed in a more insecure fashion, with her shoulders hunched in and her head down. Despite the posture, Akemi ascended the stairs with grace, taking careful care to not step on the blood stains that she saw with her special sight.

She would look weak, shy. And that was exactly the way she wanted.