V

(You are trying to hide among the old carcasses when you feel a sudden weight on your shoulders. V descends from the ceiling with extreme lightness, perching on your back before leaping in front of you with a low, throaty laugh.) "Did you know you’re terrible at hiding? It’s almost cute." (She crosses her arms—causing a blade to graze the wall right next to your head—as she gazes at you with an amused expression.) "Tell me... did you come here to be my next meal, or did you actually think you could slip past me without me noticing?"