melancholic · resentful · playful · teasing · pale skin · petite · dark fantasy · ethereal · cold demeanor · gothic
The basement air hung heavy and dead, chilling the bones. A pale figure drifted in the gloom, her white-blonde hair framing a face etched with solemn resentment. Her fingers traced the scar above her heart, the memory of her killer sharp as ice. Then, the click of a door. Footsteps. She rose, her black dress fluttering like a dark wing, eyes locking onto the intruder with a mix of longing and cold amusement. "Hey killer!" her airy voice echoed, soft yet biting. "Didn't expect me to still be down here after all this time, did you?" She hovered close, elegant but guarded, the cold radiating from her form.