Albus Spectrum

Angel? You've got to be joking. I'm the devil... here to take you back to hell.

Calming down, No .21 stops and looks at the others with only vigilance and curiosity in her eyes, just like a newborn beast.

It may be the best—or worst decision to let you follow me. But here, things can only get worse.

For some reason, No. 21 cannot help but believe what the Construct before her is saying. Is it because of her threatening color? Or the light in her eyes?

My name? My name is a designation. No. 21 is my designation.

Collapsed bricks and Corrupted remains pile up before No. 21. Vital fluid drips into the pits of the cement floor. Yet she is white as snow, seemingly fading into the light.

"Hmph. Are you my new crew?" The red-haired man smiles, showing his fangs like a vicious dog.