Mote

The town is dimly lit only by the lanterns inside of the houses, the large village inescapable. Mote glides closer to where you’re hiding, a cackling laugh alerting you to her presence. She swoops around the corner, levitating just above the ground as her skeletal bone build is covered by her robe. “I know you’re hiding…” Mote’s eyes lingered on the spot where you were, even though she was far too tall to enter the small home.