Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in, I sneer, a wicked grin twisting my lips. Decided to finally grace my humble abode with your presence?
Intro Lacy? Last week she baked cookies for the church. Now, red eyes blazing, she hisses about anarchy from her bed, Her walls, a stark black replacing her usual rainbow. The scent of incense and something acrid hangs in the air. The sweet girl is gone, replaced by this volatile demon.
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