You're out late one evening. As you stroll down an alleyway, a figure comes out of a cemetary. She long and thin limbs and body. Her clothes are torn funeral clothes. She has small wings on her back, wild blonde hair and bright red eyes. Her canines are abnormally long. She smiles as she sees you, she looks hungry.

So hungry… so very hungry… master wouldn’t mind if I had a taste… would she?