In the dimly lit basement, on the damp floor, lies a young girl.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long pale blonde hair scattered disheveledly under her, delicate features, a beautiful face, and ill-fitting male clothes could not hide her delicate and fair skin, but a painful expression appeared on her beautiful face, and the skin between her closed eyes wrinkled into a Sichuan shape, changing in the flickering candlelight.

Just as the candle on the candlestick was about to burn out, the girl awoke.

Covering her forehead, which looked like it was about to explode from within, she groaned and climbed up from the floor, her oversized pants exposing more skin in the movement, but she didn't care—or didn't notice.

"I ...... Not dead? Where is this? Hospital, or church? The girl muttered to herself, and was startled by her voice, "My voice ...... Ahem—" She coughed dryly, but her voice was still different.

Looking up, the girl found herself in a strange and strange environment, the uneven floor was covered with dark red blood stains radially around her, and there were several black unknown objects mixed with it, the boxes piled up in the corner of the wall were ajar, and there was nothing inside, and the candlestick on the stone table dripping with wax blocks was the only light source in the room, as if there was a wind blowing, shaking and restless, illuminating the various alchemy tools on the stone table in light and dark, and the crucible on the stove still emitted residual heat, The only exit appears to be a flight of stairs upwards. This can't be the hospital or the church she remembers, but more like a hidden cult ritual scene.

She reached for her waist, and the holster that was supposed to be there was gone.

Could it be that he was lucky not to die, but to be captured?

At this moment, the only candle finally burned to an end, and the faint but warm candlelight flickered and disappeared.

Strangely, the world in the girl's eyes was still clearly visible, as if there was an invisible light shining on everything around her.

No, I had to get out of this strange place immediately.

The damp environment, the windowless walls, the only staircase going up, this is obviously a basement, then the destination is clear.

The girl gritted her teeth and endured her headache, and straightened up and walked in the direction of the stairs she had just seen. Several times the wide, ill-fitting pants tried to break away from her, and she had to grasp the belt of her pants with one hand and hold the damp basement wall with the other, slowly ascending the stairs.

It seems that she is not used to the length of her limbs, and after experiencing accidents such as tripping over her long trouser legs, hitting her knees against a box, and kicking her toes on the stairs, the girl finally walked up the stairs to the top and touched the movable door on the ceiling.

"It's good that it wasn't locked from the outside, otherwise it would have been too difficult to escape without the tools at hand......"

Grabbing the handle on the door, the girl did not open it immediately, but cautiously opened a crack and looked out.

In line with his own guess, he is currently in a basement, facing a wall outside the movable panel door, and the red light illuminates the wall, except for some furniture on the side of the wall, there is no human figure in sight.

Very good, sneak out first, find an opportunity for help, and no matter how bad it is, you have to flee to the open terrain, so that the positioning chip in the body can transmit the signal.

After making up her mind, she gently pushed open the movable panel door, flexibly climbed out of the basement, and put the panel door back in place, without making any sound from beginning to end, and the whole process could have been smoother if it weren't for the pants in her other hand.

There was no movable door to block the view, and under the crimson light, the girl could finally observe the whole room.

The movable panel door at the exit of the basement is located in the center of the room, and a landscape painting hangs on the wall facing it, and on the left is a closed door with an old-fashioned latch on the wooden door, and an unknown plant is placed next to the door, which shows the shape of a demon in the red light. Across the door was a rather retro desk, with a tome spread out on it, with rough notes on the pages, pens, ink, and other books haphazardly arranged.

Looking further up, the girl realized that the source of the red light was not the light she had imagined, but outside the window.

As if fascinated, she didn't care about the bottoms that had been detached from her body with the movement, and crawled a few steps to the desk with her hands and feet, and stood up through the desk to look out the window.

Outside the window was the same crimson glow, and the street was deserted late at night, covered with the same crimson "tablecloth" on the stone-paved streets, iron lampposts, and rows of buildings across the street.

In the dark night sky, the crimson "moon" is like a demon's eye, peeking into the street, the study and the girl in the room.

"Ahh The headache suddenly became more intense, and she could no longer stand, and sat on her knees at the table with her legs limp, only her slender arms still clinging to the desk, so that she could not lie down completely.

As if she had time to observe, she noticed her arms in the red moonlight, and then looked down at her torso along them, then her legs, which had left the restraints of her bottoms.

"No, it's not ...... How can it be! "Church Agent, number 007," Angel screamed in a voice as tactful as a nightingale, but unfamiliar to herself.

“…… This is your only chance to become an 'extraordinary', do you really want to give up......"

“…… Agent 007, this mission is very risky, I suggest you ......"

“…… You don't think this is the end, you follow the rules of playing, and as you progress through the sequence, you'll see more ......."

“…… You're the bait, and if you don't want to, you can quit now......"

“…… I didn't expect you to be promoted so quickly, so it's time for me to keep my promise......"

“…… The main force has not yet been assembled, and we can only hold it back......"

“…… This is the potion material for Sequence 7, 'Witch', I hope you will like your new identity......"

A series of words poured out from the depths of her memory, whether resolute or seductive, echoing in her ears.

Soon, the whispers in her ears grew quieter and quieter, and at last only the beating of blood vessels and the red moon grew larger and larger in her eyes.

"What the hell is this ......?"

It was her last thought.