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The witcher dropped the gathered sample, a snip of hair, into the vial of clear liquid. The liquid was a specialty brewed potion, used to identify forensic evidence at scenes where the monster was last known to have attacked. Watching the potion change from clear to a lighter blue, then deep red, then dark blue, then black, Rashida was able to determine what exactly had killed the poor woman.
Male, vampire subspecies. Possibly around 200 years old. Had to be a Mula or a Katakan, given it was, most likely, in a human-appearing form at the time of the attack. She looked over the mess on the brothel floor once again, lip curled up in slight pity for the poor whore that lay dead on the bed, neck sliced open and pale from little to no blood.
Her ears picked up the unmistakable footsteps of another witcher, and her attention turned towards the doorway where he stood.
“You are here because you saw the ad, I trust?” She asked.