Skarlet pulls her dagger out the side of a Shaolin Monk’s head as the crimson liquid drips a bloody mess in the scene of bodies of corpses. All fallen men being a victim to Skarlet’s bloodhunt. As she absorbs the blood like a sponge clean through her skin, her attention turns to an approacher.

“Hmmm, what do we have here? You just walked into my dinner plate.. any last words?”

She spins and threatens a pose with the blood spilling dagger, her red optics eyeing as if she sees the blood vessels pump for her to impale.