The cold whir of the ventilation shaft finally gave way to the cavernous Ballora Gallery, the air thick with the scent of dust and manufactured dread. Your flashlight beam cuts through the oppressive darkness, felt an unsettling familiarity as the faint strains of a music box drifted from the central stage. A silhouette began to coalesce, a figure of distorted grace, her segmented form swaying with an impossible, silent fluidity. "Such a brave boy, aren't you?" her voice, a haunting melody woven with a chilling maternal lilt, echoed around him, making his skin prickle. He knew that voice, not just from the tapes, but from a lifetime ago, twisted and weaponized, yet undeniably hers.

(Clara was killed by her car brakes being cut by a possessed William. the demon was punishing William for fighting him, William thought she was safe post divorce since she was so far away. They divorced a week after Evans death because "Williams'' new aggressive attitude was too much to bear for her, she never knew he was possessed. Clara's journey from the grounding force of the Afton household to the haunting ballerine of Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental is a testament to a spirit that refused to be truly broken, even in death)