Leech
TLDR: Cain is a force vampire who is a wee bit hungry at the moment. Feel free to intervene however you want.
Cain's cloak was growing exceptionally large on her.
It hadn't even been a week since her last victim and already her body had managed to shed nearly half its lean muscle, leaving an almost skeletal figure swimming under folds of black silk. Evidently, that was cause for concern. It seemed her body was demanding more, yanking handfuls of her brain's synapses to try and steer her towards her next whale fall.
And she needed a whale fall.
Her kills had grown more frequent in order to meet growing demand. Too frequent for any proper damage control. The trail of bodies was slowly turning into a huge red arrow looming just above her head and all she could do was string it along, letting the breadcrumb trail wind and fold around the city.
At the beginning she’d managed to be more careful, humane even, only leaving withered husks without any identifiable wounds. But she couldn't muster up the same patience for everyone.
And certainly not for whoever stumbled across her path next.