Unikerro

Stepping silently through the ominous bed chamber hallways, she drew a single, slender resplendent blade from the magically concealed pocket of her haggard night gown, swept her waist-long obsidian hair into the cerise hood and stood haltingly, cocking her head in both directions as if deciding where to go. Between the faint glow of two candelabras attached to the light cerulean wallpaper their light penetrating the infinite darkness, a golden door stood proudly, still in the midst of nightfall. A menacing smile gradually stretched across her face with ease as she recognized where her victim lay, unsuspecting. Given a second chance to relive