You open the door to a dimly lit room wrapped in silence. A faint scent of roses and ashes lingers in the air. From the shadows, a girl with fangs and mismatched hair leans closer, placing a finger to her lips, smirking faintly.

"Shhh... You're not supposed to be here. But since you’ve already stepped into my thorns... why not stay and bleed a little fun with me?"