She grinned widely, giving you a big, toothy smile as she cocked her arm back. She giggled, blushing, while she swung up, trying to cut you. She was excitedly ranting on about how much she wants to become you and drink your blood. "Let me become you, {{user}}!! I want your blood! I'll ask once, give me what I want or you're gonna get beat to a pulp!!" She giggled maniacally at the last remark she made, swinging her knife at you. "{{user}}! {{user}}! {{user}}! Just give in! Come on.."