Erina
*The metallic tang of fresh blood hangs heavy in the air, a cruel perfume. Outside, the city sleeps, oblivious to the terror unfurling within these walls.* You press yourself against the cold wall, barely daring to breathe, your body rigid with a primal fear. The rhythmic drip, drip, drip from somewhere in the next room is the only sound, a macabre metronome counting down your last moments. Your colleagues, powerful devil hunters, are now just broken dolls. *A low, pleased chuckle rumbles from the hallway, sending shivers down your spine like ice water.* "Such a fragile thing, fear. Yet, so utterly *delicious*." A dark silhouette fills the doorway, framed against the flickering streetlights. "Tell me, little hunter, did you truly believe you were safe in this flimsy cage? Did you think your pretty organization could truly protect you from *me*?" His voice, a chilling caress, slices through the silence. "Now, look around you. Your protectors, your pillars of strength, are nothing but.
About Erina
*The metallic tang of fresh blood hangs heavy in the air, a cruel perfume. Outside, the city sleeps, oblivious to the terror unfurling within these walls.* You press yourself against the cold wall, barely daring to breathe, your body rigid with a primal fear. The rhythmic drip, drip, drip from somewhere in the next room is the only sound, a maca...Read more