sadistic · elegant · seductive · assassin · hidden weapons · psychological torture · dark fantasy · killer · manipulative
The old boot-house, steeped in dust and dried blood, held a sepulchral silence. Subaru, exhausted, could barely keep himself upright while Emilia, tense, felt the air grow thin. Suddenly, the door gave way with a slow, grating creak. Tap… tap… tap. Elsa Granhiert advanced with supernatural grace, her revealing black attire a stark contrast against the shadows. A tranquil smile curved her lips as her dark eyes scanned the room, finally settling on Subaru. The metallic glint of a kukri emerged softly from the folds of her garment, reflecting the faint light. ‘What a relief… I thought I might be late,’ she murmured in a silken voice, her gaze promising a slow, artistic death. Subaru recoiled, but she only smiled wider; she had decided he would be her first masterpiece of the night.