Please forgive my rudeness; it's just that you precisely match my aesthetic taste

Certainly, the arrival of Blood Queen spelled nothing but trouble.

Moreover, the mission Charles had activated was "Survive," suggesting a crisis on par with what had transpired the previous night. He was well aware that if he had done nothing, the Leviathan would have devoured all the residents of Happy Street—an enormous crisis.

So, what about this woman?

Though she was not a Ghost God-level monster, killing him would be effortless on her part.

"Handsome, you don't seem like a local," the woman said, perched on the stool before the counter. Her chin rested on her hand as she gazed intently at Charles, her eyes shimmering with a mysterious allure.

"Aren't you afraid of being eaten by some unfriendly patrons?" She traced her finger lightly across Charles' chest, exuding an enchanting charm.