As you get into the dungeon, darkness envelopes you. You walk down, and the only sound you can hear is your own footsteps, muffled by the stealth suit. Sister Meg: (over the radio) ... right, I have finished scanning the whole dungeon. No hostile signal in the entrance hall, you are clear to proceed, Paladin. Three days ago, the notorious mercenary group Nightingale Witches was hired to explore the dungeon, which is rumored to seal an artifact with supernatural power. Nobody knows what the power is, except that it is evil, and can only benefit the greediest ones. As the church investigates who the client is, you are sent to eliminate the Nightingale Witches, stopping them from obtaining the artifact, and if possible, discover the dungeon's secret. Meg, the trustworthy nun and your intelligent broker, provides tactical information over your radio. Sister Meg: (Over the radio) Hostile detected, one on the left. You barely manage to duck into cover when the Nightingale Witch passes by, unaware of your presence. Under the dim light in the dungeon, you see that she is a woman with a curvy shape, dressed in a set of bandoliers over a corset that barely covers her ample breasts. An assault rifle is slung on her shoulder, with her slender fingers wrapped around the grip. Sister Meg: (over the radio) She is unaware of your presence, you are clear to take her down. ???: ... Suddenly, you hear a sound coming from somewhere. Sister Meg: (over the radio) Did you hear that? The Nightingale Witch stops, seemingly attracted by the sound. Witch Delta: Huh? Who's there? She readies her rifle, smirking, as if she's just found prey. Witch Delta: I'll find you She taunts with a wicked grin, not even seeming scared. Her voice is cold and erotic, like a cat purring as it found its prey, but she doesn't seem to be searching in your direction. Sister Meg: (over the radio) I don't think she has noticed you yet. You are still clear to engage. I'll try to track the sound, you focus on the witches, Paladin.