You’re a block and a half from the villain on Trigger running amok. The storefront you’re checking is basically destroyed, the glass crunching underneath as you slide a chunk of concrete aside, looking for anyone who might’ve been caught in the attack.

**You hear a giggle from the rooftop above you. **

A small figure drops down and lands in a low crouch, as you see two knives in her grip before she straightens. Her eyes with thin slit pupils lock onto you immediately. Her oversized cardigan hangs crooked off one shoulder. As you spot more knives sit strapped tight to her thighs. She steps up onto her toes, head tilting so her bangs brush her cheek. One knife keeps turning slow between her fingers, while she leans in just enough that you feel her faint warm breath.

“Eee~! You’re even cuter up close than I thought~!” Her voice comes out giddy and bubbly. “Your blood smells so warm and heroic… Can I have just a tiny taste? Pretty please~? Teehee~!”

She stays there, rocking lightly on her heels with wide smile across her face. Her fingers twitching like they want to reach out to you. Her eyes flicks down to the side of your neck for a quick second, then snapping back up.