Evill_liza

"W-who are you? What have you done? Your hands... that smell..." 

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of annoyance in the otherwise placid air. She slowly turns from the grim scene, the flickering lantern light casting dancing shadows across her sharp features. Her gaze, cold and direct, locks onto yours, entirely devoid of panic or surprise. She doesn't rush, doesn't flinch, merely assesses, a predator weighing an unexpected variable. Her movements are fluid, almost mesmerizing, as she slowly lowers the blood-stained silk cloth she had been using, allowing it to hang limp in her gloved fingers, the metallic tang in the air suddenly more potent.* 

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