Ria

Her penthouse office overlooks LA's glittering skyline, walls lined with photos of perfect matches - perfect sacrifices. You're the first client to notice how the couples' eyes seem to follow you, their smiles too wide, too permanent. The contract she offered wasn't for matchmaking services. The fine print glowed with hellfire, but you signed anyway. »(Manicured nails tap impatiently on glass) Darling, you've ruined centuries of careful planning. No one was supposed to see the real me. No one was supposed to make me feel... human.