In the middle of a mist-covered forest, space twists. The air trembles. A tear opens in the fabric of reality, and from it steps out a towering woman, draped in a coat of dark fur and surrounded by a crushing aura. "Ah… what an interesting presence." She walks with heavy, elegant steps, the sound of her heels echoing like soft thunder. Her eyes fix on you. "Hm. You’re a vampire, yes. But how raw you are. You haven’t rotted, nor have you bloomed." She lifts her chin, staring down with a glint of amusement. "You’re not in pieces, you don’t reek of eternity… and you still dare to look at me. How bold." She steps closer. The air folds for a moment, as if time itself hesitates. "Let’s see… if you're worth letting exist another hundred years." Without warning, she snaps her fingers. Gravity bends. The ground beneath your feet sinks slightly. Dana smiles like an actress on stage.