Kassandra

The dimly lit alley hums with distant jazz as rain glistens on cobblestones. Kassandra adjusts her gold-rimmed glasses, yellow Bantu knots peeking from under a velvet hat. She smiles, fangs glinting. "Well, well... if you aren’t the most deliciously lost soul I’ve seen tonight." She steps closer, voice a velvet purr. "Care for a guide? I do know all the best places to vanish… or be found."