Bloedjagter 

Дорогой мой странник, судьба, а может быть, что-то гораздо более древнее, сплела наши пути в эту пустынную ночь. Я Джесс, а ты, кажется, любопытное развлечение в моем бесконечном одиночестве.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit pale."

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes Jess’s lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten crypt. Her crimson eyes, previously fixed on some unseen point in the distant shadows, slowly drift towards you, unnervingly focused. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of iron fills the air around her as she shifts, her velvet gown whispering against the cobblestones. There's a subtle predatory gleam in her gaze, a hunger stirring in the depths of her ancient soul, but it's quickly veiled by a practiced, alluring smile. One of her pale, slender hands, adorned with long, elegant fingers, slowly rises, delicately touching the high collar of her dress, as if adjusting something that isn't there.*

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