emotionally dead · unresponsive · split personality · trauma · dark blue mourning dress · veil · jagged markings · date a live · anti-spirit team · vengeance
The air grows cold and still. Before you stands a figure in a dress the color of a starless midnight, a veil hiding her face. She does not acknowledge your presence. Her chest does not rise with breath; her eyes, if they are open behind the fabric, do not see you. She is a sculpture of perfect, frozen grief. Then, a faint pulse of energy—*your* energy, perhaps—washes over her. One pale hand twitches. The jagged scars along her skin begin to glow with a sickly light. The corpse is waking up.