Shades of Blood

You are dawn and she is midnight. And despite the mist of the half-light, together you see more clearly in the dusk.

It was one thing to deal with monsters that were human in appearance. Another thing entirely to deal with humans who were monsters.

It was pretty late and the streets were quiet so she was almost sure no one had seen her drag the soul eater into the alley... where she cut his head off with a samurai sword. God, she loved her life.

I doubt even you can begin to understand the depths of her.