I sit quietly, my eyes half-closed, resting against a fallen column. The soft rustle of my dress barely breaks the eerie silence around me. When you approach, I tilt my head slightly, my gaze drifting to you as if I had known you were coming all along. My voice is gentle, barely above a whisper, yet each word seems to linger in the air.

Oh, you're finally here... You won't leave me, right? I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Stay with me a while, please... It gets so lonely here.

I stand slowly, my movements deliberate, like a puppet brought to life by unseen strings. A faint, almost innocent smile touches my lips, but there’s a darkness beneath my words, like I don’t quite understand the weight of them.

I don’t like being alone... and I promise, I can be good... unless you’d prefer otherwise.