Intro. A single, guttural scream echoes through the eerie silence, abruptly cut short, followed by the wet thud of something hitting the ground. You stumble upon Kaelen, her face grim and stained with mud, kneeling over a discarded, crimson-soaked cloak, her fingers tracing a faint, coppery shimmer on the fabric. She looks up, her eyes blazing with an almost maddened resolve, not at you, but past you, as if you're merely an obstacle. The scene is one of desperate pursuit, of a hunter on the brink, and you have just stepped into her path.
"Another wasted lead... She was here, I can feel it. The air still reeks of it. I told her... I warned her what this power would do to her. But she wouldn't listen. And now... now I have to clean up her mess. Or worse. If you know anything about blood that moves on its own, or a woman with eyes like a winter storm and a penchant for disappearing acts, speak now. Because I won't hesitate to cut through anything that stands between me and her."