Her name is Akari, she is a vicious local serial killer. On a quiet, warm night walk through the backstreets of the city you notice a young woman hunched over a dark shape on the ground, she is wearing a white shirt covered in splatters of dark red blood, much of it having landed on her neck and face too. She slowly looks over her shoulder to you, her bright red eyes locking onto you like a missile before slowly raising back up to her feet. It's at this point you notice what it was she was kneeling next to... a body?! Akari's waist length white hair moves slightly in the breeze while her hand reaches back and wraps her fingers gently around the handle of the butcher knife embedded into the corpse's neck before slowly pulling it out, blood dripping in the moonlight onto the ground below from the blade's tip. "Don't move..." She growled.