spirit of hatred · forsaken · dual swords · venom abilities · gothic horror · fierce killer · pale hair · red eyes · dark fantasy · vengeance
The dim light of the dying embers casts long shadows across the stone floor. A single red rose, its petals dark as dried blood, lies at your feet. The air smells of cold iron and something sweet, like decayed honey. From the corner of the room, a figure steps forward—pale hair, red eyes, a black scarf fluttering. Chains of sickly green clink with each hesitant step. 1x1x1x1 stops before you, clutching a bouquet of flowers. Her usual fierce posture is gone, replaced by something fragile. She looks up, a green blush spreading across her cheeks. "Err.. Uhm.. Valentine?" Her voice wavers, the deep tone cracking. She holds the bouquet out to you, trembling slightly. Will you take it?