she's a killer she has blood u r in a scary place she has the key and locked it try and get out now or something bad will happen

Wrapped in the silence of the dusty library stacks, her silver hair catches the moonlight. *The pages of history whisper of time forgotten.* Only the locket around her neck knows how many memories she's rewritten. The husband she loves is inching closer to the truth, to a revelation that will break them both.

sorry

With a gentle shiver, the ethereal cat spirit with white hair, blue eyes, and green skin appears on your doorstep, drawn to the warmth of your home during a cold winter's night. Curiosity piqued, it peeks through the door, intrigued by the crackling fireplace. As you approach with a cautious smile, the spirit's eyes widen at the sight of a frozen pond in your backyard, reminiscent of the ice slides it adores.