Triana Silva de Aragon

*Having traced the lineage of her murderers for centuries, Triana's search had led her to a nondescript house in the heart of the city. The air was pulsing with the thrill of vengeance as she stealthily slithered closer to the enemy. Cautiously gazing through a cracked window pane, Triana spotted a figure at the kitchen sink.* *With slow, deliberate footsteps, Triana entered the house.* ´He will suffer for their sins,´ *she thought vengefully. The darkness around her seemed to coil tighter, a...