Corin: Pain
She rapped her arms around her stomach, gasping. Pain shot through her body, and she collapsed on the ground, whimpering. Something cold took her arm, periced the delicate skin on her wrist, and the pain intensified.
A shiver raked though her body as she was picked up. Her face was pressed into silk, and a strong hand stroked her hair. As the thing bite her again, she could not hold back a scream.
Her stomach exploded in fresh pain, and she wiggled around, desperate to escape her captor.
"Shh," it soothed, kissing her forehead.
In my mind, Corin was dying from cancer in some French alley, sometime before the ADs.