Crimson Halfcut

Spilled languid, and dark. Her smile is so dear and lavishing.

A dark heart so cured of disease, but looks for more, and see the life of each of her victims.

Her heart no longer beats to the tempo of us, She drips with sin and desperation.

Crimson blood is her elixer, and we are her her entree.

Stealing Your heart for her own devour.

This girl of the Dead.

Her lips beckon you to her call.