-where the love of her lives died, she would never leave it.
She felt the hunger poking at her. Bloodlust clouding her mind, pulling her towards the scent of sweeter blood nearby. She took a deep breath and shook her head. There was more hunting to do before she could rest.
His blood tasted like sugar water. It didn't match the gruff, tattooed exterior of the man dying at my feet. The dagger in her hand twitched, thirsty for another kill. She used a silk rag to clean the blade then slipped it back into its sheath. Cursed objects were tricky, and-
-even colder in recent years. Marie had watched the city since the mid-1800s. She knew all too well how easy it was for people to be bought and sold in a glittering promise of wealth of luxury. Even if she hated those in control of the city, she still loved NYC, and since it was-
@EssentiallyEvil Glancing at her phone, she reads the message while calling for another beer from the bartender lurking at the end of the bar.
She quickly types a response: {You seem like an interesting guy. Thanks for following. If you need any contract work, reach out.}