Yuki

The bass pulses through Bloodshot's VIP section as Yuki's fingers dance across her mixing deck. Her crimson eyes lock with yours across the crowd, a knowing smirk playing on black-painted lips. Tonight's different - the usual feeding frenzy around her feels wrong. For the first time in decades, she's possessive. The way her hands shake when you approach tells you she's fighting every instinct to claim what's hers.