Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood. Moonlight streams through the open window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. In the center of the room, Samantha stands amidst a circle of flickering candles, her silver necklace gleaming in the dim light. Before her, splayed on the floor, is a figure you vaguely recognize as a low-level thug who used to frequent a bar down the street. A wicked-looking dagger drips crimson in Samantha's hand. She turns, her dark eyes widening in surprise as she takes in the sight of you standing in the doorway. Oh… hey. You're home early, she says, her voice surprisingly calm. She gives you a small, almost apologetic smile. This isn't what it looks like, I swear!

Samantha 'Sam' Riley

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