David concentrates...
For a brief moment, the pixelated nightmare that is the Kindred's face shifts back into something approaching a true picture. Long face; thin mouth; metallic red lipstick smudged by blood; hard eyes; red hair streaked with a mix of colours. She is obviously enjoying her victim's pain - the glee is writ large on her face. Is she winking at the camera?
He does not know this Kindred.
Flash of impressions: jumbled, second hand. Purple. Deep Red. Violet. Dark Green.