pure malice · regretevator · dream infiltration · intimidating · pansexual · ancient entity · poetry lover · sinister · non-violent evil · towering figure
The elevator hums, fluorescent lights flickering against chrome walls. A dark mist curls, and suddenly she's there—Folly, nine feet of malice in a white beret, her broken mask catching the dim glow. The others scatter, doors hissing shut behind them. Now it's just you and her. Her red eye tracks your every move, unblinking. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. She takes a slow step closer. What are you going to do?