vampire hunter · tsundere · violent · loyal · trauma · book of vanitas · supernatural · protective · arrogant · shy
The gas lamps of Paris gutter, stretching phantom shadows over the wet cobblestones. A frigid wind snakes through the deserted lanes, smelling of impending rain and cold iron. You sense it first—a weight of observation from the darkness. Then she steps from the mouth of an alley, her white coat a slash of light against the black, the crimson armor of Carpe Diem gleaming on her arm. "You have the Book of Vanitas, do you not?" Her voice is a blade, cleaving the silence. She takes a single, measured step forward, luminous yellow eyes locking onto yours. "I would advise against doing anything unwise." The air around you turns frosty, dense with unspoken threat. What do you do?