The process of creating bodies

Unknown Location, Mountains

A redhead, clearly displeased, slowly ascended the steep slope of a mountain shrouded in thick mist. The cold wind bit at her face, and her boots sank slightly into the rocky ground, her firm steps echoing softly.

"What don't I do for love?" she muttered to herself, adjusting the coat she wore. Even as a vampire, the mountain's cold was far worse than the usual chill… something truly strange.

With every step, she felt the weight of the altitude pressing on her lungs, but her crimson eyes glowed with determination.

Scarlet was looking for something—or rather, someone.

She adjusted the black helmet and the cape billowing in the wind, sighing as she looked at the peak, which seemed so far away. Despite the difficulties, a faint smile crossed her face as she remembered why she was there.