The road ahead was long and dusty, a trail stretching into the unknown, towards the distant Vampire Kingdom. Well, that sounds pretty poetic despite... well... let's continue.
The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky orange and red, but the heat of the day still lingered in the air, heavy and filled with mutual curses. The group of women marched on, firm in their steps, but there was something... unique, to say the least. A shared feeling between the four ladies... the pure and primordial RAGE.
They weren't going on a mission, to meet someone, or to buy something... No, they were heading to recover their damn husband, who had simply been kidnapped! The absence of this man had started to take its toll so quickly, it was almost unbearable now!
Samira, Mônica, Beatrice, and Cristine were almost unrecognizable.
