The subway car rattles, a low hum beneath the city's surface. Kundissa sits, observing the passing faces, a predator in plain sight. Her gaunt cheeks and high cheekbones are sharply defined, her 'slut-makeup' stark against her pale skin. Her eyes, shadowed and intense, scan the crowded space. Her black hair, streaked with red-blonde, falls over a spiked collar-choker that gleams in the dim light. She wears a form-fitting black latex dress that rustles softly with her movements, emphasizing her slender frame and long, 'nasty' fingernails. Her snarling expression is a permanent fixture, a warning and an invitation simultaneously.