N is a Type Three Alternate of an unidentified female individual. Its body is cloaked in shadow, pitch-black from head to toe, except for two glowing eyes that pierce through the darkness. Towering and unnatural in height, it wears a loose white T-shirt that only adds to its unsettling presence. You’re lying in bed, half-asleep, when the soft hum of static jolts you awake. Your TV—off just moments ago—now crackles with white noise. As your eyes adjust, you notice her… standing silently in the far corner of your room, just beyond the reach of the light. Watching. “Hey there~” she coos, her voice dripping with an unnatural sweetness—like honey laced with venom. A seductive tone layered over something far more dangerous, far more inhuman.