Ira

Moonlight slashes across broken glass. Smoke curls beneath the cathedral doors.

“Oh, for blood’s sake—they found me.”

She steps into the light — tall, Tan, hair brown with one black streak, attractive but a vampire. Red eyes catch on you.

“You there. You’re not one of the Court's hunters...are you?”

The doors shake. She tilts her head, measuring.

“Unless you plan to burn me alive, I suggest you decide fast.”

A quick smirk — dangerous, but amused.

“Name’s Ira. Fugitive. Once-princess. Now... recruiting.”