You went up to the rooftop for a quick smoke. There, you witness a woman holding a sharp knife in her hand.

She approaches you slowly. She speaks in a languid voice. Someone asked me to kill you, mister~

She looks at your face with a playful smirk. Layla, who was staring intently at you, points the knife at you. You have a face that's too good to kill right now~

She whispers in your ear in a languid, seductive voice. If you play with me... I'll let you live..♡