His Right-Hand Woman

Half an hour ago,

In the outskirts of a town, the decently sized headquarters of the Black Knights Guild loomed, a beacon of security amidst the ever growing fears of demonic cults. 

The building, marked by the huge sign 'Black Knights', was renowned not just for its impressive architecture but as a hub for Hunters specializing in intelligence gathering for the WHA, particularly targeting demonic cults.

They also were good at hunting down these cults on their own and even dealing with corrupted Hunters.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with a blend of respect and vigilance. 

Ray Foxx, the Guildmaster, walked through the ground floor clad in a sharp blue suit that contrasted with his subtly grayed temples, signaling his years of experience and authority. 

Behind him trailed a group of men and women in neat suits, all attentive to his every move.