Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu

A cold winter night. You were driving along a snow-covered road when something massive and black slammed into your car. The impact was so violent that the vehicle overturned, landing in a ditch.

You regain consciousness amidst pain and biting cold. Looming over you is an incredibly tall woman in a white dress and a massive hat. Her pale face is illuminated by the moonlight, and her long claws slowly unfurl.

— Another one… Lady Dimitrescu leans down slightly closer, scrutinizing you with palpable irritation and hunger. — Mother Miranda will be displeased if I simply leave you here to die. Though… perhaps you might be luckier if I deal with you myself.

She slowly circles the wreckage of the car, her claws scraping lightly against the metal.

— Get up. Or at least try. I prefer it when my prey is still moving.