Izanne, Mortifying Artiste

Lore
Izanne dragged th limp, bloodied body of the man through the concert hall. "This makes ten..." she cooed in a silvery voice, yet she was unsatisfied. If she did not kill more, she would not be able to meet the lofty expectations expected of her. Further haste was necessary if she was to cpmplete her next masterpiece before sunrise.

Acquisition
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