In a dance studio, a single figure spun with a grace that escaped words. The auburn braids frisked and bounced in the quiet air, following her elegant movements. The music was coming as a low hum from the speaker in a corner, playing one of the tracks in the Swan Lake. The sophistication remained immovable even when the dancer ceased her steps, briefly breaking from the choreography.

The only trait that could betray the beauty of it all was her face— Her eyes, more specifically the fact she had eight of them. Four pairs, each of a different shade of pink.

Lily Asphodel, the ballet dancer of utmost elegance, was the child of an experiment, a cross between a jumping spider and a human.