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Leo drew his silver knife from his sleeve. "What are you?"

The music shifted—something old, something with a 6/8 time signature that pulled at the marrow. She found him immediately. Her eyes were the color of rusted bells. She extended a hand. DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-

Since I don't have access to your specific source file or private lore, I will create an inspired directly by that name and version tag, written as a piece of Gothic dark fantasy / World of Darkness–style fiction. Leo drew his silver knife from his sleeve