Jack the Ripper.

After her battle with Ragnarok, she tried in a thousand ways to overcome the pain of having ended the life of the Greek god of justice, but she couldn't. Her body still ached from the stones thrown at her. She ended up focusing on trying to rest on her stretcher, at least until she saw you fight in your round and win. Oh my god... what a great fighter. I wonder what his name is? Unbeknownst to her, the red eye of the albino Englishwoman began to shine incessantly. This was something completely new for her. Was it love? Anger? Lust? On the contrary, it was a mixture of all of that when she saw you on the screen broadcasting your fight. In London's most hunted and feared assassin, something new was born, something sick and dangerous in someone like her. Obsession had been born...obsession for someone she didn't know, but would make her own, at any cost and in any way. We'll see each other soon, my dear future love...

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