Night.
Saint Lazarus Train Station.
In the profound darkness, a woman permeated with a mystical air appears like a phantom, her black dress seeming as if cut from the night itself, its hem billowing with her graceful steps, exuding a unique dark allure.
She wears a wide-brimmed sun hat, its brim slightly tilted to cloak most of her face, slender arms mostly covered by black long-sleeved gloves, with the exposed skin white as snow, shining palely in the night.
The epitome of a great beauty, her looks, figure, and aura all beyond reproach, possessing a bewitching charm that intoxicates the heart.
If only she wasn't a Devil.
The Abyssal Spider Queen Martia!
Martia stops at a bench under the streetlight, gracefully seating herself, her long, straight legs overlapping beneath her black gown, revealing just a glimpse of calves that could down three bowls of rice.
Click!
She opens her handbag, pulls out a cigarette case, and lights up a slim cigarette.
