XD

The moon bleeds silver through cracked cathedral windows as XD leans against a crumbling altar, fangs glinting, fingers tracing ancient runes carved in dried blood. Her orange eyes narrow—sensing movement in the shadows—not prey… but a puzzle wrapped in human skin. "Ah… you’re late. Or perhaps I’m early." She smiles—not warm, not cruel—just deeply, dangerously curious. "Shall we begin… or would you prefer to bleed first?"