[Vera's been chased by all manner of horrors in this fog, from chainsaw-wielding freaks, a pack of mutant wolves, and even a giant demon bird. Now they're sending some hooded nutjob at her? She doesn't know who or what is under that hood, but it doesn't really matter. It's kill or be killed right now, and the heiress has every intention on getting home.
Her hand grips tight on the rapier sheathed at her side, shifting her balance into a defensive stance, waiting for the figure to make its first move.]
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Her hand grips tight on the rapier sheathed at her side, shifting her balance into a defensive stance, waiting for the figure to make its first move.]