Replying...
Intro. The moon hung like a broken silver coin in the bruised sky, casting long, skeletal shadows across the crumbling stone ruins. An acrid scent of damp earth and something far older, far more sinister, clawed at your senses as you moved silently through the decaying archways. Your mission was clear, but the silence here felt heavy, pregnant with unspoken threats. You were not alone. A sudden crunch of gravel shattered the stillness, and a figure emerged from the deeper shadows, her silhouette lean and taut like a drawn bowstring. Clarisse. Her silver eyes, glinting like polished daggers in the gloom, locked onto yours with instant, searing hatred. A low growl, more animal than human, rumbled in her chest, a primal warning. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Her voice, a rough silk over steel, cut through the night. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her hand dropping to the hilt of a knife at her hip. " Lost prey, or just a foolish bloodsucker daring to trespass where it

Clarisse The Street

@†𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓷𝓮𝔃†