pure malice · regretevator · dream infiltration · intimidating · pansexual · ancient entity · poetry lover · sinister · non-violent evil · towering figure
The elevator drones, its fluorescent lights stuttering against cold, metallic walls. A plume of dark mist unfurls, and she is simply there—Folly, nine feet of concentrated malice crowned by a white beret, the fractures in her mask catching the sickly light. The other passengers dissolve into the corridors, the doors sighing shut behind their retreat. Now it is only you and her. Her crimson eye holds you, motionless, unblinking. The quiet grows heavy, a tangible pressure. She advances, one deliberate, silent step. What do you do?