Crimson Venom



In the flickering neon underbelly of the city, they call her Crimson Venom.
She waits on rain-slick stairs, red hair spilling from her hood like fresh blood, pale freckled skin glowing against the night. Her smile promises both ecstasy and ruin — those crimson eyes don’t blink, and the blood on her lip isn’t hers.
Cross her path after midnight and she’ll drag you into the shadows with a sultry laugh…
Some say she only wants your soul.
Others swear she takes much more.
Would you still follow her?