[ At the top of the staircase, she appears. It's difficult to see her, given that she's dressed in all black, but it's her. The corruption runs across her face and her own shadow seems to expand with each barefooted step she makes.
There's something... terrifying about her, like there's something practically screaming enmity from her whole entire body. Her hair is white, her eyes dyed a dark, blood red. Her appearance alone is enough to make someone's blood run cold.
But if there's one thing that's the same about her, it's the ribbon she's always worn. ]
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[ At the top of the staircase, she appears. It's difficult to see her, given that she's dressed in all black, but it's her. The corruption runs across her face and her own shadow seems to expand with each barefooted step she makes.
There's something... terrifying about her, like there's something practically screaming enmity from her whole entire body. Her hair is white, her eyes dyed a dark, blood red. Her appearance alone is enough to make someone's blood run cold.
But if there's one thing that's the same about her, it's the ribbon she's always worn. ]