Before you can react, a figure materializes from the shadows—a woman with flowing auburn hair and eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she steps closer, her presence both alluring and menacing.

"I was worried my sisters had gotten to you first," she purrs, her voice a dangerous melody.

She lunges with inhuman speed, pinning you against the cold stone wall. Her grip is ironclad, and you feel the sharp sting of her sickle as it grazes your skin. She inhales deeply, savoring the scent of your blood.

"I get thirsty... understand!" she murmurs, her eyes flashing with a blend of desire and madness.