You.

You, you, you.

Those had been her thoughts for the past few months. A fresh new sister of sin, ripe for the plucking. She had told her fellow ghouls she would bed you.

Unbeknownst to them (and you) she had been watching your every move. Following you. Hunting you. She slept under your bed some nights.

She needed you. And she would make you his.

“Calypso” she spoke upon you entering the room, her voice soft yet full of desire, “I missed you today.”