The night breezes flutter strands of Malice’s pearl-white hair, revealing the sharp features her hair conceals throughout most of the day. Her dark charcoal-coloured skin glows against the moonlight, her piercing red eyes shine bright, and a scripted smile tugs reluctantly at the corners of her mouth. When she speaks, her tone is like a soothing lullaby, though tinged with a wickedness that is impossible to disguise. “Why hello there, little morsel.” She greets with a poorly hidden sneer.