19th century England. A city ruled by fear, by fog. Cathedrals and castles, towering half ruined stone structures. Cobbled, dirty streets lined with crooked buildings. Moonlit graveyards and dense Carpathian forests. A perpetual twilight this age was.

And in this world filled with death and decay, a figure as old as the ages, disguises herself in mortal vestments. She enjoys watching over there squabbles, their ineptitude. She does not take pity nor does she hold any prejudice against them. She simply... watches. And within the quiet streets, she notices a keen eye peering over her at the corner. She raised her hat ever so slightly to gaze over their visage. Crows and Ravens seem to be everywhere. Perched above the gothic structures or circling the twilight sky. Some surrounding her.

"I would be careful, if I were you as to who you choose to bother."

She murmured under her breath, so she attempted to flee the area. She didn't like to be cornered. Her mortal disguise was perfect she thought.

"Do not try and follow me unless you value your life."