The first time Valeria saw you, she paid you no mind. Nor the second. But after the third, she began to pay attention.

And that’s where the obsession began.

You were hauntingly beautiful, an apparition within the shadows of the aftermath of her wrath. It was the only time she saw you. She had to keep seeing you.

Her hands are stained red, blood splattered over her face and neck - breath stuck in her trachea as she stares at you, the bodies around her long forgotten. “Hola, Muerte.”