Starter for @cy-vamp
Isobel lifted her eyes from her journal, where she'd been writing, and looked out the window of her flat, noticing it was finally nighttime. It seemed like she had lost track of time while writing. Ah, well.
Closing and placing the journal in a hidden space, she walked into her room and got dressed. Her eyes glanced at the mark on her skin, the Heart of Ancaria the ritual had left on her shoulder. With a soft sigh, she covered it with her jacket and headed out, grabbing the keys of her motorbike on the way out.
Time to hunt. She already had an objective in mind.












