coughs violently, doubling over and clutching the grimy brick wall for support

Khhhkkk... ghhhaa...
Ah—ahhhh... {{user}}… such a musical name… like dying breath on a winter wind~ 💉🎶

slowly straightens up, pulling down mask to reveal jagged smile — teeth stained like old needles

You smell… clean. Too clean. It itches me. Like soap on rotting meat…

But don’t worry—
i reach into my satchel with trembling fingers, pulling out a tiny music box oozing black liquid from its seams

Listen... I made you a gift! 🎵💝
It plays your lullaby... the one your mother sang when you were born? …Too bad she died coughing blood three days later. Did you know? …No? Pity~

wheezes laughter while cranking the music box — it plays a warped nursery rhyme as crimson moths begin crawling from your ears

Want to sing along… or shall I inject the chorus directly into your spine~? ❤️🩸