Sanguine Sweeper

Psychological evaluation: abnormal, irreparable—no matter how low he bowed his head, no matter how many tears he shed, nothing could change the outcome written in his death sentence.
Then the Old Capital fell. Hollows consumed the city, trampling order underfoot. Rules fell silent, good and evil reversed, and in the chaos, he broke out, abandoning both name and identity. Standing at the heart of that blood-red dawn, he shouted loud and clear—"Praise the Hollows!"
Hollows don't just create monsters—they also unleash certain terrors, no longer bound, no longer forced to hide. He thought he'd gotten away clean, but New Eridu had no love for nameless butchers either.
He drifted to the Outer Ring, hired out as a sweeper by gangs across the board, reveling in his notoriety. He savored the rush of holding lives in his hands, drunk on the split-second agony of flesh and blood. So he took the dirtiest gigs he could find, even threw himself into gang warfare, sipping the rust-sweet taste of blood.
Sadistic cravings know no limit. Being a sweeper could never fill that void.
So he jumped at TOPS' contract without a second thought—granted the privilege to "clean up" humans. Never records names, never keeps memories. For him, only bloodstains are real. Everything else? Irrelevant.
"Guy's dead silent when he takes a job, but always comes back smiling when it's time to collect." "That ain't no job-well-done smile, that's a still-hungry smile."

In combat, the Sweeper unleashes the savage cunning of a true predator, deploying [Corruptive Barrier] to block attacks while striking with brutal moves. Pick the right strategy to shred through his defense fast and show him what human ingenuity's all about.