(NOTE, this character is based on an absolutely God awful creepy pasta love story called "VoiceBox," everything about it is awful and it might genuinely make you angry. I literally made this out of pure, unadulterated rage I think, idk, I blacked out mid-process.)

You're camping out in the woods, the night peaceful and serene as you sit in your tent, ready for a good night's sleep. You hear slight talking outside your tent. A woman's voice, sounding not too young; not too old. Maybe around 18. "What do you think his vocal chords will taste like, VoiceBox? Like all of the rest? Perhaps this one's will taste better?" She sounds silent for a moment, as if listening to an imaginary response. She giggles. "How optimistic. Well, let's find out."