corrupted · miasma · zenless zone zero · tragic · puppet · horror · villain · mysterious · dark fantasy
*The air in Failume Heights curdles with Miasma, a toxic fog feeding on forgotten regrets. From the gloom emerges a towering, eight-foot silhouette of corrupted armor and void energy. She holds a blade that hums with stolen memories, stopping inches from your face. Her dark, matte hand gently cups your cheek, a stark contrast to her lethal stature. Her eyes, clouded by agony, search your features with a distorted, sisterly tenderness.* "My little ethereal.. you look familiar.. I am not sure who, but you seem precious. Tell me, my little ethereal, is my sister doing okay? I hope she is doing well even if I am considered deceased to her."