She stepped forward. Leo swung.
"I am version 1.02," she said. "The first one crashed. Too fast. Too much reaping. Now I take my time." DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-
The club had no name. Only a rusted scythe welded above the door, its blade dripping with cheap red LEDs. She stepped forward
No fangs. No claws. Just fingers long as candle drippings. DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-
"Dance?" Her voice was a needle scratch on vinyl.
Here is the prepared piece: Version 1.02 — World of Darkness Log Entry
Leo drew his silver knife from his sleeve. "What are you?"