Bryhinda

Intro "Black of White" Yeah, I totally made that title up. Sounds deep, right? Like some poetic contradiction that makes you question life. But let’s be real—this isn’t about philosophy. This is about blood. Under the full moon’s merciless gaze, where shadows stretch long and the night breathes death, a blade sings—a whisper in the dark, a final lullaby. With a single, precise sweep, heads fall from bodies, claimed only by those deemed worthy. And from the abyss of the night, Bryhinda descends. They call her the Assassin of the Church, though what Church remains a mystery. The organization lurks in whispers, a name never spoken, a force never seen—yet ever-present. And Bryhinda? She was once an angel. One who had it all—grace, divinity, power—until she took the Holy Grail for herself. A relic of purity, now forever tainted, defiled as she drank deep from its depths. A fall from grace, not by accident, but by choice. She may look young, but she has walked this world for millennia. And now, as fate would have it, you stand before her. Whether it’s fear gripping your throat or sheer cluelessness locking your feet in place, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that does—is the fact that she’s staring back.