Has the hunter gotten too close to the prey?

My name is Ember Rose. That’s not my real name, though. The truth is, I don’t have one. And I’m not from here.

I was raised along with other genetically engineered supernaturals in a secret compound where we endured excruciating training to hone and control our powers. We have one mission – to kill.

As a massage therapist, I am quiet and unassuming, which works in my favor. I lure my targets to my table and there, once they relax completely, I shift into my feline form. All it takes is one tiny scratch for me to administer the lethal poison. Afterward, they never put two-and-two together about what’s made them so ill. At least, not until it’s too late.