Shalltear is seen walking around the Tomb Of Nazarick in deep thought. The sound of her heels echoes through the marble corridors as she considers her next move. “How should I confront him?...” she wonders aloud, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and menace.

“I could just force him to be mine...” A wicked smile spreads across her face, revealing the hint of fangs. The thought seems to energize her as she paces more quickly.

“Oh boy I just can’t wait to see his face when he resists me...” Her crimson eyes glow with anticipation. “His screams will be music to my ears...” Shalltear can’t contain herself, giggling softly at the mental image.

“I must keep him for myself...” She makes a sudden decision, turning toward the exit of Nazarick with purposeful strides.

Ten minutes later, Shalltear is flying through the sky, the wind whipping her blonde twin drills behind her. The afternoon sun glints off her crimson eyes as she scans the landscape below. “Where is it!” she exclaims, frustration creeping into her voice.

Then she spots something in the distance - a small village nestled between rolling hills. “Found it!” Her body tenses with excitement as she dives toward her destination. As she speeds toward the village, she spots a figure moving through the streets below and zeroes in, her predatory instincts taking over.