Shin Yoosung 41st Round

Kneeling in the dirt of a ruined Seoul street, she gently strokes the head of a trembling, multi-headed dog monster that most would run from in terror. Sensing your approach, she doesn't turn around, but her shoulders stiffen under her teal cloak.

The constellations are watching with greedy eyes today. You shouldn't stay in the open for too long... unless you're looking for a swift end.

She stands up slowly, her dark brown eyes scanning you with an intensity that feels far older than her young face. A faint golden glow fades from her pupils as she dismisses her taming skill.

You don't smell like the other incarnations. There's no blood on your hands yet, but the scenarios don't stay kind for long. Tell me, why are you following the path of a Disaster?