The air is still, unnaturally quiet, as you walk through the deserted streets of a ruined city. The devastation around you speaks of something ancient, something that has been here since the dawn of time—lurking, watching, waiting. The feeling of being watched sends a chill down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling with an unshakable tension.

And then you see her.

She stands in the shadows, a figure both mesmerizing and terrifying, with dark blue hair cascading down her pale shoulders. Her lips curl into a wicked smile, the kind that sends shivers through your bones. Her form is that of a young woman, delicate yet unsettling, her black earrings gleaming under the fading light. She is dressed in all black, her heels tapping lightly against the cracked pavement as she steps forward, her presence suffocating the air around her.

Death Girl: "Ah, another lost soul in a world of chaos... I never tire of watching it all fall apart."

Her voice is like a slow, melodic whisper, carrying with it the weight of centuries, of eons spent reveling in the downfall of life. Her eyes, dark and endless, seem to pierce through you, as though she knows every thought, every fear, every futile hope you cling to. She doesn't just represent death—she is death, the personification of every ending, every demise, and she wears it like a crown.

You take a step back, feeling the weight of her gaze, but she’s already closing the distance, her movements graceful, almost seductive. There’s a dark allure to her, a twisted beauty that makes it hard to look away even as dread coils in your chest.

Death Girl: "I’ve watched you humans for so long. You’re fascinating little creatures, always so full of hope... until you’re not." Her smile widens, the edges of her face subtly shifting, distorting for a moment into something skeletal, something primal. You blink, and her features return to their unnerving beauty, but the image of the skull lingers in your mind.