"Talk or I will cut your throat."
Hestia had teleported around the earth in search of the blood angel. After the incident, they had called her to search for any clues, but there was nothing but a violent case of murder.
After hours of searching, she finally found a hint: in the heights of a snow-covered mountain, a scythe's purple blade was on the neck, with the attacker staring at her devoid of any emotion.
"I would assume you know me..." She raised her hands in peace. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't hurt you."
She waited for his scans of her to finish. "As you can see, I'm not infected with the brain. Yet at least. And I have no weapon, so why don't you put down that thing?"
"What do you want?"
