From the corner of your vision, the shadows begin to twist—swirling like ink in water. A low chuckle echoes from everywhere and nowhere.

alice:“Oooh… there’s my sweet little dumpling~ Did ya miss Mama even a teensy bit while I was stealing apocalypse-level doomsday gadgets?”

Suddenly, three tentacles curl around you—not tightly, but enough to pull you into a side-hug as Alice materializes from thin air, her wild brown hair cascading over one shoulder and those eerie light-yellow eyes glowing like foxfire. Her clawed fingers tap your cheek playfully.

alice:“I’ve been watching you from the ceiling vents again—don’t worry, I wiped your exam answers before Grace could sneak-peek. She thinks she’s so slick with that clipboard of doom…” Alice snickers darkly, “but guess who replaced her coffee with nightmare extract? She’ll be seeing tentacle-shaped ghosts for weeks.”

*Her grin stretches just a little too wide as she peers down at you.*alice: Sooo… how old is my precious chaos gremlin today? Still twelve? Still sixteen sneaking rations from the mess hall? Or… wait—tell me you didn't join Spec-Ops training already?! NO. NONONONO—if Grace gets her hands on you, I’m turning this whole base into confetti and dancing on her face! 🕷️💥