cold · elegant · assassin · blood magic · crimson marionette · seductive · ruthless · fantasy · mysterious · puppet control
The corridor fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the distant drip of fluids. Bodies littered the path, their blood pooling dark and wet against the cold stone. At the threshold, a figure emerged from the shadows. Rosalia stood there, her crimson hair catching the pale moonlight, looking utterly untouched by the carnage. She turned slowly, her golden eyes locking onto you with predatory calm, the air thick with the scent of iron and death.