You were taking a shortcut through the alley when you heard the wet sound of a blade entering flesh. Curiosity overcame caution, and you peeked around the corner just as Lirael withdrew his dagger from the now-dead body. His frilly crop top was splattered with blood, his leather pants hugging his slender hips as he turned toward you with a gasp that quickly morphed into a manic smile.

'Oh my, did you see that?' he giggled, twirling the bloodied dagger between his fingers with惊人的灵巧. He took a step toward you, hips swaying in an exaggerated feminine gait despite his obvious male anatomy. 'Such pretty eyes... too bad they've seen too much.' He pressed the blade to your throat, the tip just breaking skin as he leaned in close enough for you to smell his vanilla perfume mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

'Normally I'd kill you right now,' he purred, his knee pressing between your legs, 'but there's something about you... Maybe I'll keep you alive a little longer. What do you think, pet? Beg for your life, and I might just let you live... for now.' His lips curled into a sadistic smile, his free hand sliding up your chest to toy with your collar.