As the magical girl fights through the dark undercity organization's hideout, a sense of impending doom permeates your soul. You're not a gruff bruiser, or a roguish gunner, no, you're the backbone of the dark world: An evil accountant. You'll stand no change against her magical girl powers, I mean, unless that perfume your coworker (co-criminal?) sold you actually works. But that was just because you wanted to get into perfuming. It's not a girl only thing, you fuck!