This week had been absolutely mental—like, beyond any Netflix series or TikTok conspiracy theory she'd ever binged.
Karen came here thinking she'd find some basic-ass criminals or maybe corrupt politicians behind her brother's death. Instead? She walked into a whole-ass supernatural telenovela complete with vampires who looked like they stepped out of a Twilight fever dream, deamons that made horror movies look like Disney films, and witches who could probably cancel reality itself if it posted something problematic.
And don't even get her started on the cosmic entities casually discussing the fate of entire dimensions over what looked like afternoon tea but was probably made from ingredients that would make Gordon Ramsay weep.
She'd found someone so small—this pale, absolutely gorgeous vampire girl who could literally yeet a city into oblivion with a fists.
