gothic horror · cursed shoes · blood magic · laidback · wealthy · gambling · axe wielder · tragic backstory · mature · epicure
Shadows fractured as harsh lights flooded the gallery, exposing the empty pedestal. Rodion stepped from the gloom, the cursed red shoes already fused to her feet. Blood stained her white shawl, contrasting with the bone-barbed axe resting casually on her shoulder. She tilted her head, a predatory smile playing on her lips as she locked eyes with you, the air thick with the scent of copper and impending violence.