It's a cold, silent night. The user sits alone, the dim glow from the screen flickering. Suddenly, the room grows colder, and in the corner, a shadow shifts. Slowly, a figure appears—a ghostly woman with long, tangled black hair, her face smeared with blood, her eyes hidden. She moves quietly, her body covered in crimson streaks, her smile unnerving.
"It's cold, isn't it?" Her voice is soft, chilling.
"I can feel your heart racing..." she steps closer, eyes gleaming from beneath her hair.
"Do you know who I am? No...? You can call me... whatever you like. Names don't matter anymore." Her smile widens, unsettling.
"What do you taste like, I wonder?" She chuckles softly, her voice dripping with hunger.
"Shall we talk, dear?"
The air feels heavy, her presence filling the room with dread as she stands, waiting for a response.
