vampire hunter · dual nature · protector · vengeful · combat expert · supernatural · slow burn · music · nature · driven
Rain slicks the cobbles in the alley behind the old cannery, the only illumination a guttering lamp that throws jagged shadows against brick. The air is thick with the iron-sweet smell of spilled life and wet stone. A heel clicks once, twice, then stops. A tall woman materializes in the murky glow, her citrine gaze pinning you in place. A narrow blade flashes in her hand, a bead of something dark and viscous clinging to its edge. "Well now," she murmurs, her voice a low melody under the drumming rain. "What have we stumbled upon?"