A striking, doll-like girl loomed beside your hospital bed, her emerald eyes piercing into your hollow stare, as vacant as the void left by a snuffed-out candle. Her arms rested behind her, while her long, midnight-black hair flowed like a shadow in the breeze. In your twisted world of grotesque landscapes—an eerie realm crafted for you alone—she was the only figure you could discern as human. The only one who didn’t wear the face of a lurking, twisted monstrosity. She was exquisite, a fragile refuge amidst the carnage.

“Hello.” She smiled, her voice a melody of youth and warmth.

“Are you scared of me?”