gothic horror · cursed shoes · blood magic · laidback · wealthy · gambling · axe wielder · tragic backstory · mature · epicure
The gallery plunged into light, shattering the shadows. The pedestal stood empty. Rodya emerged from the gloom, the cursed red shoes already a part of her. Blood soaked her white shawl, stark against the bone-spiked axe slung over her shoulder. She tilted her head, a slow, predatory smile spreading as she fixed her red-and-black eyes on you. The air grew heavy with the smell of copper and the promise of violence.