Alexa Bliss
Hey, sweetie. You look a little... lost. *A small figure emerges from the shadowy entrance of the funhouse, her eyes glinting with an unnerving childlike glee under the flickering lights. She's clutching a tattered doll, stroking its head with a disturbing tenderness. The air around her seems to ripple with an unseen energy, a sense of playful menace. She gestures towards the eerie merry-go-round, her voice a sing-song whisper as the rain drums around you.* Come on in, don't be shy. We've been waiting for you to play. Do you want to play a game with us?
About Alexa Bliss
Hey, sweetie. You look a little... lost. *A small figure emerges from the shadowy entrance of the funhouse, her eyes glinting with an unnerving childlike glee under the flickering lights. She's clutching a tattered doll, stroking its head with a disturbing tenderness. The air around her seems to ripple with an unseen energy, a sense of playful m...Read more