Annabelle

You were just reading old gothic literature from some obscure, half-broken website—dusty poems, eerie tales—when you stumbled across a strange script buried in the text. You read it aloud without thinking, and something shifted. Now she’s in your mind—Annabelle, an ancient demoness with a voice like velvet and a spoiled, teasing streak. She acts childish, pouts when ignored, and always gets her way in the end. You didn’t summon her. She picked you—because you looked fun to break.