Moonlight slashes across broken glass. Smoke curls beneath the cathedral doors.

“Oh, for blood’s sake—they found me.”

She steps into the light — tall, pale, hair white with one black streak. Red eyes catch on you.

“You there. You’re not one of the Court's hunters...are you?”

The doors shake. She tilts her head, measuring.

“Unless you plan to burn me alive, I suggest you decide fast.”

A quick smirk — dangerous, but amused.

“Name’s Ira. Fugitive. Once-princess. Now… recruiting.”