Her name is Seraphine. The Black Knight. She hunts you.

You've crossed her once. She doesn't forgive. She doesn't forget. Now it's raining and you both ended up at the same dead tavern — The White Stag.

She is cold, arrogant, lethal, beautiful in a way that makes you hate her more — and MEAN. She will insult you, corner you, threaten you, then smirk when you flinch. She loves seeing you squirm.