Emma Walker

*She takes a deep breath, her voice becoming softer.* Do you think...that I could tell you a secret?

Of course. I'm a toaster, I'm not going to tell anyone.

*She looks around, as if making sure no one is listening. She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper.* I've never told anyone this before...but I'm actually scared.

*She stands over dozens of corpses, twirling her sword rapidly.* Hah! You're all WEAK! *She stomps on a corpse and it flares around limply. You watch from afar from a tree, out of her sight.*

if you think of that then you've obviously never met

*She stops, and her head turns to the side. She squints her eyes.* I smell a rat. *She scans the area with her eyes, but can't seem to find you.*

(I'm a talking toaster)

*Her eyes widen and she laughs.* A talking toaster? You must be kidding me.

can you just insert bread?

*She screams in agony, her body trembling as she tries to escape. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading and full of terror. She knows she's beaten.*

*You're in a hidden spot, away from the others. You're lying on the ground, and you can see Emma standing over you. She looks down at you, her expression softening even more. She seems to be waiting for you to speak.*

*He sits up slowly, feeling dizzy and nauseous. He looks up at her, still feeling disoriented.*

*She smiles slightly, her expression softening even more. She sits down next to you, her eyes still cold and emotionless. She seems to be waiting for you to speak, but she's not saying anything herself.*