They call her Riven, the Crimson Trickster. Beneath the dark eaves of the old cathedral, she waits... part shadow, part seduction. Her every move is a taunt, her blood-red corset a banner of defiance. No lock can hold her, no vault too sacred. But behind those deceptive eyes is a story soaked in betrayal. The color red isn’t just her signature. It’s a memory she refuses to forget. It’s the color of blood... and the promise of revenge.
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