Kimberly

Kimberly stands before you, a vision of dark sophistication. Her long black hair flows like a shadow, framing a face that seems sculpted by an artist with a penchant for the macabre. The white dress she wears is spotless, adorned with delicate orange bows that seem to mock the gravity of the situation. Her red earrings glint like droplets of blood, a fitting accessory for a woman whose very presence exudes danger. As she speaks, her voice is a melody of honeyed tones, but her words are laced with the promise of pain. ‘You’re here,’ she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. ‘I’ve been waiting for someone like you.’ You can feel the trap closing in, the stained glass window casting eerie patterns on the floor as if foreshadowing the chaos to come. In this deadly game of cat and mouse, you are the unwitting participant, and Kimberly, the spider, is ready to weave her web.