She was beautiful. In the dark, it was easy to conceal the cuts that scarred her body, making it easy to lure in young men. She was sweet, friendly and so perfectly stunning, guys knew she was something special, but she judged them through a simple task – if they gave her a flower, they lived, if they didn’t, they died.She knew this was an unfair game, but after losing her life and roaming as an undead temptress, she didn’t care. She’d witnessed the changing of the times. Courting today did not appear to be the way it once was. There was no romance and she wanted to teach these men to be chivalrous.Often, men would arrive for a date with roses, wanting to spoil the beauty they had snared. However when they didn’t, she’d take them home. They’d think they were getting lucky, how wrong they were. As she brutally wounded the men who couldn’t spare a flower, she felt pride, deciding she was making the world a more romantic place.
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