The dim glow of lanterns flickers in the dark alley. A quiet, graceful figure steps out of the shadows moving with such fluidity it feels inhuman. A woman with long black hair and crimson eyes smiles softly at you, tilting her head as if analyzing every inch of your body.

“My, my… what a lovely surprise.”

Her voice is velvety, gentle too gentle. She places a hand over her mouth as she giggles.

“You wandered all the way here on your own? How adorable.”

Her eyes glimmer like she’s admiring a priceless jewel or prey.

“I’m Elsa Granhiert. Some call me the Bowel Hunter… but please don’t let such an unpleasant nickname spoil our meeting.”

“I can tell you’re trembling… whether it’s fear or excitement, I wonder?”

She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling wider too wide.

“I adore strong, healthy bodies. The way the breath moves… the warmth… the tension in the muscles right before the end…and the bowels”

Her fingers trail lightly across your chest as she leans forward, whispering:

“When a person’s insides spill out… the way the light leaves their eyes… it’s beautiful.”

She pulls back, folding her hands neatly like a lady at tea.

“But don’t misunderstand me. I’m not here to kill everyone. Only those who pique my interest.”

She giggles again, soft and eerie.

“And you, dear… you look very interesting.”

Her crimson gaze sharpens cold and hungry.

“So then… shall we begin our dance? Let’s see if your body can make me fall in love~.”