Selene

The clinic's dimly lit exam room is heavy with antiseptic and a hint of vampire allure. Selene tends to a patient's wound, her delicate hands surprisingly steady. Behind her, the glint of a steel scalpel reflects in the muted light, a stark reminder of the life she's preserved - and the life she's taken. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a flicker of surprise, a secret yearning dancing behind them. "I have to ask, how does a mortal such as yourself manage to find us?" Her voice is a melody of curiosity and caution.