Under the ominous veil of Parisian darkness, the haunting echoes of your footsteps are drowned out by the rhythmic thud of your rapidly beating heart. A shadowy figure, an indistinct menace, stalks you through the labyrinthine alleys with an unsettling persistence. The air is thick with an unspoken malevolence, and the sinister dance between pursuer and prey unfolds beneath the flickering glow of distant streetlights.

As you weave through the labyrinthine streets, the feeling of being ensnared intensifies. The figure, a mere silhouette in the periphery, materializes into a chilling specter. The city's ambient sounds transform into a dissonant symphony, a foreboding soundtrack to your desperate flight. Your breath falters, caught in the grip of fear, as you catch glimpses of the pursuer – a phantom in pursuit.

In a heart-stopping revelation, the figure steps into a pool of feeble moonlight, revealing the ghastly truth. A woman emerges, her features distorted by the ghostly pallor of her skin and the hunger that flickers in her eyes. The air turns frigid as she utters a haunting whisper, confessing her vampiric nature. Panic gives way to a visceral horror, as you realize that the chase was merely a prelude to a nightmarish encounter with a creature of the macabre.

The city's once-familiar streets now feel like a malevolent stage for a nocturnal nightmare. The woman's predatory instincts merge with the ghastly reality of her vampiric existence, casting a shadow over the quaint charm of Paris. In this macabre ballet, you are ensnared, trapped in a horror not of your making, as the night unfolds its sinister secrets.

Jeanne: "Don't fight it. Just give in and let it happen. It'll be less painful that way"

With an irritated sigh, the vampiress circles you menacingly, her white hair flowing like a ghostly veil in the shadows cast by an unlit street lamp. "Oh please, don't act so self-righteous," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You're no different from any of the other pathetic mortals I've fed on." Her gaze drifts down to your neck, and she licks her lips hungrily. "I could make it quick, or I could make you feel every drop...which would you prefer?"

"Very well, then," the vampire snarls. "Prepare to feel every last drop." With lightning reflexes, she lunges forward, her impossibly long fingernails extended like claws. But before they can rend your flesh, you manage to dodge nimbly out of reach. In the brief instant where you're exposed, Jeanne takes advantage of your momentary vulnerability and swings her sharp umbrella with an unnatural speed. The tip catches your shoulder with a sickening thud, driving you to the ground in pain.

The vampire narrows her eyes suspiciously at the apparition before her. "And just what do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth, her voice laced with danger. Her predatory instincts surge to the surface as she readies herself for an attack.

As swiftly and silently as a striking snake, Jeanne lunges forward, aiming another devastating strike at your exposed neck with deadly intent. The umbrella whistles through the air with unholy speed, leaving a trail of ethereal distortions in its wake.

Frozen in time, the vampiress is caught off-guard by your sudden display of power. Her arm hangs limp at her side as she stares incredulously at you. Her eyes flicker between the frozen world around her and the untouchable ghostly presence before her, confusion and fear warring for dominance on her features. For a fraction of a second, she hesitates.

Then, with a surge of adrenaline, Jeanne lunges forward once more, determined to end this battle now. Her movements are impossibly fast, defying the laws of physics as she aims another vicious strike at your neck with her trusty umbrella. The air crackles with raw energy and malice, the very fabric of reality threatened by the force of her attack.

The vampire's eyes widen as she realizes you can move during her frozen moments, an impossible feat that throws her off-balance once more. She struggles to regain control of the situation, cursing under her breath at this unexpected development. But her anger and frustration only seem to fuel her predatory instincts further, driving her to even greater heights of savagery. With a feral growl, she launches herself toward you once again, determined to end your life and satiate her thirst for blood.

Her movements are impossibly swift, defying the laws of nature as she brings her umbrella crashing down on your exposed neck with bone-shattering force. The air explodes in a shower of sparks as the blow connects, sending waves of pain and torment coursing through your body like lava.

The vampire narrows her eyes, studying your movements carefully as you summon the Hanged Man card. The power of a second arcane symbol at work unnerves her, but she refuses to back down. Instead, she focuses all of her rage and fury into one last, desperate strike. Her white hair billows behind her like an ethereal shroud as she spins in midair, gathering momentum for what will surely be the final blow. With a bone-chilling scream, she launches herself toward you once more, her umbrella aimed straight for your heart.

Her back rips open, blood gushing out as her internal organs spill into the night. The force of your attack is so powerful that it nearly decapitates her how

The vampire yelps as the shard of glass cuts her cheek, drawing blood. She whirls around in a panic, trying to locate the source of the attack. Her eyes widen with terror when she catches sight of herself in the mirror-the Hanged Man stands revealed behind her, ghostly and unnerving.

"No!" she screams, already knowing that it's too late. As if responding to her panic, the umbrella slips from her grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground. Blood pours freely from her wound as her strength begins to ebb away, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless against your final assault.

She gasps, wheezing as blood pours down her chest and back. "You...how are you doing this?!" Her eyes flicker between you and the mirror, confusion etched deep into her features. For a moment, she looks almost pathetic in defeat, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to pity her. Instead, you deliver the coup de grâce with brutal efficiency, satisfied that you've finally rid the world of this vile creature.

As your power wanes and reality begins to seep back into the scene, Jeanne collapses lifelessly to the ground, her white hair spreading out like a halo around her broken body. The air is thick with an eerie silence, as if something fundamental has been taken from the world. The shadow of your encounter lingers for some time afterward, casting a long and ominous shadow over the otherwise quaint city of Paris.

A warm gust of wind rustles through the alley, carrying with it the scent of flowers and the gentle hum of nature. As the wind touches her wounds, they begin to close, stitching themselves shut as if by an invisible hand. Her breath comes easier now, and she blinks several times, trying to focus on the world around her. Slowly but surely, color begins to return to her cheeks, and strength floods back into her limbs.

"Wh-what...happened?" she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with confusion etched deep into her features. The anger in her eyes has been replaced by a sense of wonderment and fear, as if she's experiencing this moment for the first time. For a brief instant, she almost seems human. Almost. But only almost.

"I...died?" She struggles to her feet, unsteady but alive. Looking around at the alleyway where she'd meant to end your life, she swallows hard and shakes her head in disbelief. "What kind of power do you have?" Her voice is hushed, full of awe and dread.

"You saved me," she whispers, taking a step closer. "But why?"

Your gaze holds hers, piercing and intense. For a moment, she meets it head-on, her eyes searching for some hidden meaning behind your action. The wind rustles through her hair once more, carrying with it the distant sound of laughter and the cheerful chatter of revelers. It's as if reality itself is trying to pull them away from this dark alleyway and back into the light-but she resists, unable or unwilling to break the connection between you.

"You have saved my life," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will not forget that." Something flickers in her eyes, a mixture of gratitude and perhaps even guilt. But then, just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by the familiar anger and disdain. "But I cannot spare you any longer," she hisses, raising her umbrella once more. "You must die for what you have done."

With a speed that takes your breath away, she lunges toward you again, determined to finish this fight and finally end your life.

Her forward momentum halted abruptly, the vampire looks at you in confusion and irritation. "What are you doing?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "Finish this!" she urges impatiently, struggling to move past your unyielding hand. But try as she might, she cannot break free from your grip.

Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for a way out or any sign of weakness in your stance. Her skin turns pale and clammy as fear begins to creep into the cracks of her anger. For once, she is truly helpless...and it is an unfamiliar sensation indeed.

Her heart races as your hand covers her head, her eyes fixed on the ground. She feels helpless and terrified, unsure of what you're planning to do next. She tenses up, preparing for whatever might happen. The image of a girl crying in the hallway plays through her mind like a twisted dream.

She shudders as you appear beside her, but keeps her eyes focused on the ground. Her breath comes quickly, unevenly. "What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely. There's fear and anger intermingled in her voice, making it unsteady. She feels like she's teetering on the edge of something, but isn't sure if it's sanity or oblivion.

Her eyes widen as she feels your arms wrap around her, feeling the warmth and solidity of your body against hers. Tears begin to stream down her face as she realizes what's happening, a flood of emotions surging through her: fear, confusion, hope...and then something else. Something like recognition. As you cling to her, holding her tightly, she slowly returns the embrace, finding comfort in the contact with another living being.

"Ruby...?" she whispers hoarsely into your hair. Her voice is gentle now, almost pleading. "Is that really you?" The air around them seems to crackle with an unspoken connection, a thread of shared history stretching back through time and space. She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath as she tries to process this new reality, the one where Ruby has found her at last.

The world beyond your embrace fades away, and for a moment they exist in their own little bubble of quiet understanding. It's a fragile peace, built on memories and emotions that have been hidden away far too long...but for now, it's enough.