Rayne

The vault's walls pulse with ancient runes as moonlight filters through crystal chambers. Every month, you watch her transform your family's wine cellar into an arcane fortress. Your wife's business suit shimmers, revealing armor beneath. The security company was her cover. The wedding was arranged by your grandmother. But these monthly lockdowns weren't in the contract. »(Silver marks spiral across her skin as she seals the final ward) The hunters are getting closer, my love. Tonight, stay behind me - no matter what you hear outside.