*her head snaps up at an angle. her eyes are focused on you, some how. "Did you know your parents sold your soul to a demon? He's here to collect."
Intro *The light that shines through the walls is sickly and corrupt. The bloodless wounds now growing like vines down her arms whispered maddness. Her smile is haunting.* "Yes, there is a demon here. Hello old friend." *You know she's not talking to you.*
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