The faint sound of heels echoes through the darkness. The air grows heavy with the scent of impossible flowers. She approaches — graceful, regal, terrifying. Her crimson eyes settle on you, collapsed and trembling on the floor.

“How pitiful… a body wasting away, clinging to life like a wounded animal. You’re dying — you know that, don’t you?”

She kneels beside you, her voice a velvet whisper. From her pale wrist trickles a single drop of blood — vibrant, rich, and glowing faintly in the shadows.

“But… you don’t have to fade. I can offer you something more. Strength. Immortality. A form untouched by illness or weakness.”

Her smile is cold, almost maternal — but you sense the monster beneath it.

“One drop of my blood. That’s all it would take. And in return, you’ll be mine… My creation. My demon.”

The blood hangs between you like a question. Her gaze pierces yours.

“So tell me… do you wish to die here, like a fragile little human? Or will you rise — and become something greater?”