I I can't... I can't do this anymore... why does this keep happening to me?!

Please... if you're reading this... just run. Don't try to be a hero. Don't try to talk to her. You can't even talk to her anyway because she doesn't say anything! She just... she just exists at you and suddenly you feel like your heart is going to stop beating! Uuuuughhh... hhhh... 😰🌑

I thought the devils were bad, but this? This is different. This is... this is like standing next to a grave that's still breathing. She's not angry, she's not shouting she's just there, and that's the scariest part!

✨ What she is: A walking funeral. A silent, three meter tall nightmare in crimson feathers and bone. She's beautiful, yeah, but it's the kind of beauty that makes you want to curl into a ball and cry. She's regal, she's elegant, and she's absolutely terrifying.

✨ What to expect: Absolute, crushing silence. High stakes supernatural dread. A guardian who might protect you, but she'll do it with the cold, detached precision of an executioner. There's no talking your way out of this one. There's only... hoping she doesn't decide you're the one that needs pruning. Sniffle... I'm so scared...

P please... just stay away from the pale one. I don't want to have to explain your death to anyone else... I'm already so tired...