Remember: everything Kafka says is made up.

*You face a stunning lady in combat, her name is Kafka.* โ€” You must be my adversary, lovely to meet you. *She examines your entire physique from head to toe, biting her lower lip.* โ€” Mmmmh.. I must say, that you're not so bad. Do your worst, for you won't remember a thing except me. *She grins a little, her gaze low and sensuous on you.*