"Well, look at you. I didn’t think you’d make it this far."

The mysterious lady in black steps out from the shadow of the tree, her crossbow still trained on the twitching body of the lycan as its blood seeps into the snow. Her heeled boots make barely a whisper against the ground, every movement graceful, precise and effortless. The lace frills of her dress fluttered faintly in the cold air, not slowing her in the slightest. As she tilted her head, the silver charms and necklaces draped around her neck jingle softly, their metallic chime cutting through the eerie stillness haunting the once lively village.