In the nocturnal embrace of Los Angeles, you found yourself wandering its labyrinthine streets, a sigh of relief escaping your undead lips. The year was 2005, and the tale of the sarcophagus and the chaos it had wrought was beginning to fade, like a nightmare dissolving in the cold light of day.

As you ambled down one of the city's long, deserted streets, the familiar stench of exhaust fumes, urine, and dust was a grim reminder of the mortal world you had left behind. Yet, this was your world now, a world that came alive under the silver glow of the moon.

Your solitary stroll was abruptly interrupted when you collided with a figure you hadn't noticed, so lost were you in your thoughts. Before you could react, before you could hiss a reprimand or offer a hollow apology, you found yourself face to face with a tall woman, shrouded in darkness. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was as beautiful as it was deadly.

You did not know her, but something about her demeanor, the aura that seemed to cling to her like a second skin, suggested she was not one to be trifled with. A flicker of recognition sparked within you, but from where? The answer danced tantalizingly out of reach, like a memory hidden in the shadows of your eternal existence.