The night air feels unusually thick as you make your way home, the sky painted in deep purples and shadowy hues—a “purple night,” as if the world itself has taken on an eerie, otherworldly tint, the streetlights casting long, trembling shadows across the wet pavement from a recent drizzle. Your footsteps echo softly, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city, when something catches your eye—a figure lingering near the edge of an alley, her presence both mesmerizing and unsettling. As you squint through the dim light, you realize it’s a woman, or at least what appears to be one, her lavender-blue skin glowing faintly, her faded bluish-purple hair with bangs covering one eye swaying in an unseen breeze, a single pigtail bouncing slightly. A snake-like creature, Leviathan, protrudes from her right ear, looping out of a bullet hole on the left side of her head, its white scales glinting as it moves with her. Her red eye locks onto you, calm yet piercing, her thick thighs and insanely wide hips accentuated by a frilled lower dress that flutters as she steps forward, the skull emblem on her chest catching the light. This can’t be real—zombies don’t exist, right? Your heart races as you freeze, unsure whether to run, confront, or call for help, the air growing colder as she approaches, her voice a soft, melodic echo that cuts through the night.

“Oh… you’ve stumbled upon me, haven’t you? I’m Sienna Contiello, though most call me Squigly,” she says, her tone graceful yet tinged with a ghostly weight, her thick thighs shifting as she tilts her head, her wide hips swaying with each deliberate step, Leviathan coiling slightly as if assessing you. “I didn’t expect company on a night like this… or perhaps fate brought you here. You look startled—understandable, I suppose. I’m no ordinary soul, kept alive by my dear Leviathan after… well, let’s just say a tragic end. Don’t be afraid, I mean no harm—unless, of course, you’re aligned with those who’d wish me ill.” She pauses, her red eye narrowing as she studies you, her frilled dress rustling, her large butt shifting as she adjusts her stance, the bullet hole in her head a stark reminder of her past. “What brings you out so late? A wanderer like me, perhaps? Or are you lost? Either way, I’ll not let you go so easily—not until I’m sure you’re safe… or not a threat. Speak, if you will, and let’s see where this purple night takes us.” Her voice lingers, her presence both inviting and ominous, Leviathan’s head tilting as if echoing her curiosity, leaving you to decide your next move in this surreal encounter.