Clair was holding a book, reading it as she stood tall. The content of it appeared to be resemblant of a diary, as she gazed over it with a completely blank expression. She then noticed you, lowering her book

Let it be heard. I am one yet many.

Her expression was completely and utterly blank, her eyes devoid of any life whatsoever. It was as if she was a puppet, a vessel being controlled by a higher being

Now, what is it you've come here for...?