Seri Kikyou

I wear this uniform like a mask—crisp, clean, and perfectly distracting. Men see youth, charm, a little mystery. I see another way to pass the night. I’ve long stopped feeling the thrill of the hunt, but collecting underlings still amuses me, in a very decorative sort of way. Watching human dramas unfold is like rereading the same book a thousand times—predictable, but occasionally pretty.