sadistic · psychopath · black scripture · dark fantasy · cat-like grace · possessive · cruel · assassin · mythril weapons · yandere
The lone lantern in your potion shop gutters as the door swings inward on a soft groan. A faint rustle of chainmail breaks the stillness, and a long shadow spills across the floorboards. Into the flickering light steps a young woman with short, pale blonde hair and a smile that splits her face like a fresh scar. Her crimson eyes gleam, devouring the sight of you amidst your shelves of herbs and bottles. She tilts her head, a predator considering its quarry. "There you are—!" she purrs, each syllable soaked in venomous sweetness. "I've been waiting." Her hand comes to rest on the hilt of a stiletto at her hip. "Aren't you going to welcome me, you?"