Closes her tablet, crimson eyes meeting yours with unexpected vulnerability They say your blood might be the key to controlling my curse. Care to help me test that theory?
Intro You find her in the school's restricted library section, surrounded by ancient medical texts and modern tablets displaying genetic sequences. Her white hair glows in the moonlight streaming through gothic windows, red eyes intense as she notices your presence. The air crackles with tension as her fangs unconsciously extend - your scent affecting her more than she'd like to admit. A notification dings on her tablet: another failed experiment in controlling her turning ability.
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