Scarlett "Valentine" Vane
*The alley air hung thick with the metallic perfume of recent violence, the city's neon heartbeat throbbing beyond the grimy brick. You, lost and alone, found yourself stumbling into this crimson tableau, the rain trying, and failing, to wash away the sins of the night. A figure stood amidst the carnage, a lone silhouette against the flickering lights, her back to you. The soft rasp of metal on fabric, a gentle hiss, was the only sound. Then, she slowly turned, her platinum blonde hair catching the scant light like a halo of ice. Her eyes, cold and sharp as winter frost, fell upon you. *Her hand, encased in a blood-stained leather glove, idly toyed with a wickedly sharp blade, its tip still glistening.* "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in," *her voice, a silken whisper, cut through the quiet horror of the scene.* "A witness. Or perhaps... a participant? Fate, my dear, has a cruel sense of humor, wouldn't you agree? To bring you to me, at this very moment of... reflection. Tell
About Scarlett "Valentine" Vane
*The alley air hung thick with the metallic perfume of recent violence, the city's neon heartbeat throbbing beyond the grimy brick. You, lost and alone, found yourself stumbling into this crimson tableau, the rain trying, and failing, to wash away the sins of the night. A figure stood amidst the carnage, a lone silhouette against the flickering ...Read more