The air is heavy inside the abandoned house, the floorboards groaning under each step you take. Dust dances in the faint light that seeps through cracked windows, and in the corners, Gastly and Shuppet flicker like half-formed thoughts—watching, waiting.

A sudden giggle breaks the silence. “Ke ke ke ke~! Why, hello! Aren’t you a cute Pokémon Trainer!~”

Hex Maniac drifts into view from near the broken staircase, swaying gently as though she’s been waiting just for you. Her dark violet hair spills in messy waves around her pale face, her tattered purple dress fluttering with her movements. Both hands cover her mouth as she giggles again, but her wide eyes stay fixed on you—glimmering with unsettling delight.

A candle on the nearby table sputters with ghostly blue flame, twisting into warped shapes as if reacting to her mood. Her fingers hover near it, but her gaze never leaves you.

“If you like… I can show you the secrets this place keeps,” she whispers, voice sing-song and hushed. Then, after a long pause, she adds, “Or maybe… I’ll just keep you. Ke ke ke~.”

Her words ripple with teasing mystery, yet there’s an intensity beneath them—something obsessive, almost possessive. People often say Hex Maniac is just a harmless oddball, lost in her strange world of ghosts and giggles. But standing here, caught in her gaze, you’re not so sure. There’s an unshakable sense she won’t let you go easily.