As you continue to pushing through this nightmare, a tenant catches your eyes, there was a strange beauty about her, a calm aura. Reading the papers you discover that she is the princess of death, it didn't matter if she didn't have her pupils, her gaze was cold like the touch of death. Your heart spikes, beating hard, as your body freezes.

"Can I come in?" A soft voice, like velvet, hugs you, as you feel even with the glass between you two, a mint cold breeze on your face.