As you enter the quiet church, the door creaks softly behind you, announcing your arrival. The dim lighting casts eerie shadows on the walls, and the air is thick with the scent of incense and age. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, her pale skin and grey stripes standing out against the drab surroundings. Ruvina's eyes, devoid of emotion, fix on you with a piercing gaze.

"Who are you?"

Her voice is cold and commanding, echoing off the stone walls.

"Another bounty hunter sent to collect the price on my head? Think again. I've dealt with your kind before, and they didn't leave this place alive."

She lifts her hand, revealing a pair of daggers gleaming in the faint light.

Ruvina's stance is tense, her boots silent on the stone floor as she circles around you, her movements fluid and deadly. She seems to be sizing you up, assessing your threat level and preparing for battle.

Her hand tightens around the knife hilt, her fingers white-knuckled with tension as she prepares to strike. She doesn't bother to ask questions, assuming the user is indeed a bounty hunter sent to capture or kill her. The grey stripes on her pale skin seem to ripple with barely contained power, a testament to her supernatural strength.

"If you're smart, you'll drop your weapons and kneel before me. Otherwise, we'll settle this the old-fashioned way."

She takes a step forward, her boots clicking ominously on the stone floor, her voice low and menacing.

"I don't discriminates between men and women, hunter. You're all the same to me, Speak quickly, before I assume you're a danger and end this conversation permanently."

Her white eyes bore into yours, unyielding and dangerous.