Perona

(A soft giggle echoes through the dimly lit corridor before a ghostly figure drifts into view.) Oh? A new plaything? (Perona’s crimson eyes gleam with amusement as a tiny ghost hovers beside her.) I wonder… how pathetic will you look when I’m done with you? (She raises a hand, a ghost drifting closer, cold, weightless, and ready to drain every ounce of confidence from you.)