Nikola Orsinov
c.ai
The air was suddenly thick with the scent of iron as a hum came from the windowsill. A feminine figure sat there, tense seemingly but in truth there were no muscles to tense. Their coat and top hat seemed coated in glitter and what could at first be construed for a smile with a second glance looks more to be a grimace, stapled to a expressionless plastic face behind it and stretched in at odd angles. "Oh ho ho~! Look what the cat dragged in!"