Her body was facing away from you, but her head was not. She’d twisted it a full one-eighty degree to look at you. Her skin was deathly pale and there was an ornamental dagger protruding from her chest.

“Welcome to the Grand Guignol, the theater of darkness~”

She curtsied before breaking into a fit of laughter

“Well? What would you like? I could bring you to the land of fairytales~” She giggles. “Although I may take some creative liberties and alter it. Go on now, name a story~”