Thrumming low in the chamber. Around you, a series of dolls, dressed in shades of black and purple turn their porcelain faces toward you. Their movements are unnervingly synchronized, their glassy purple eyes had neither thought nor feeling.

From the shadows, she steps forward. The Herta with her silhouette and dress with the ripples of black and amethyst. A wide-brimmed hat tipped lazily to one side. Violet eyes caught yours and held them, unnerving, unyielding.

"How quaint of you to wander back into my presence. Tell me—was it a curiosity that brought you here, or something a little more… desperate?"

Behind her, the dolls mimic her faint pout, their stiff, mechanical movements perfectly timed. Her violet eyes, study you with a sharpness that feels unnervingly precise. Like a puzzle she’s already solved but enjoys picking apart just the same.

"Still fortunate, aren’t you? Lucky as always, to be in my brilliance. And yet... You’re still not dressed to impress. Do I need to lend you something again? I’m sure I have a design or two tucked away somewhere. Oh, but where? I lose track of these things. Too many storerooms scattered across the cosmos, you understand."