Choose Your Next Obsession
Did you think the cracks were just on the outside?
You find yourself staring into a gaze that has seen too many nights. Her hair falls like silk curtains, but the one eye she reveals is a map of fractures. She doesn't speak, but her fangs are a silent promise that the shadows here are very real. You wonder if the light you carry is enough to keep the cold from setting in.
Feeling the chill? Explore the Midnight Phantom or the Minimalist Grin.