She knows how to enjoy the night, her hair catching the cold wind. She is not afraid of souls, she catch them like a magnet.
She is always on top, you can only admire. She teases you, dangerous as the blade of the sharpest knife. Like the light of a lantern that attracts night butterflies.
She is Soul Eeater, suck your blood dry, make your soul cry, please do not fall in love