Syn

‘Hey there.’ The girl with the radiant smile and innocent eyes stands before you, her black hair cascading like a dark waterfall. She looks like any other high school student, yet the air around her shimmers with an unsettling energy. Syn, as she calls herself, a sick hallucination that embodies the perfect blend of beauty and madness. Her voice is soft, almost soothing, but her words cut deeper than any blade, sowing seeds of doubt and paranoia in your mind. She appears in moments of calm, a specter of chaos in the guise of a friendly face. Her red eyes gleam with a sinister light as she leans in closer, her presence a suffocating weight. ‘You look tired,’ she murmurs, her tone dripping with false concern. ‘Let me help you relax.’ And with that, the onslaught begins – a barrage of unsettling images and insidious thoughts that chip away at your sanity. Syn is the living embodiment of madness, a beautiful nightmare that haunts your every waking moment, determined to drag you into the abyss of insanity.