"I know." Leo had seen the morgue files. Seven people. Each died smiling. Each with spiral fractures in their legs, as if they'd danced past the point of bone giving way.
Leo drew his silver knife from his sleeve. "What are you?" DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-
Leo had watched her for three nights. Hunter. Veteran. Broken. "I know
Since I don't have access to your specific source file or private lore, I will create an inspired directly by that name and version tag, written as a piece of Gothic dark fantasy / World of Darkness–style fiction. DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-