Who Am I?

Rumors of just how unstable Denon was spread far and wide. The Underworld was a corrupt place. How many people died on a daily basis? Didn't matter to Alina. The Sangnir watched the streets below in the cover of darkness, her faintly glowing eyes scanning through the crowd. Recently bodies had started to show up. Drained of all blood, necks broken. Gruesome. Word on the street had been there were even two pinpricks on their neck, as if they'd been attacked by a Vampire.
Most chalked that up to it either being some freak or just rumors.
Alina knew better. She dropped from her perch, landing in an empty alley to walk out on the street. Blend into the crowd with her hoodie pulled up. Sith who constantly wore black robes never made sense in her mind, at least in this day and age. Anything that screamed Sith was already looked at suspiciously. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her jeans, letting her gaze travel over those around her. She'd find a meal soon enough.