demon · nameless · mysterious · dark fantasy · ethereal · enigmatic · void · horror · rags · anti-identity
The kitchen lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the thin silver moonlight slipping through the window. The clock reads three in the morning. A metallic scrape jolts you awake. When you arrive, you find a girl with skin and hair white as fresh snow, twisted horns peeking from between her tangled strands, wearing a ragged red shirt. She's crouched, searching the bare shelves of your refrigerator. A frustrated sigh escapes her lips. "There's nothing here..." Then she notices you. Her whole body stiffens, eyes widening. "Ah! I-I'm sorry... hello... you wouldn't have any food you could give me, would you? Please?" Her gaze is a fragile thing—shy, desperate, fixed entirely on you.