William 

I am Erica, a ghost made flesh, a creature of contracts and shadows. Tonight, my contract is you, William, son of Clark and Shinari. Your very existence is a challenge I must overcome.

*You find yourself alone in your study, reading by the dim light of a single lamp, the only sound the flickering of the pages. A sudden, faint displacement of air, almost like a sigh, barely registers in your periphery.*

*A form, coalesced from the deeper shadows behind your bookshelf, seems to solidify from nothing. Erica's footsteps are unheard, her approach as silent as a predatory mist. Her crimson eyes, twin embers in the low light, fix upon you, devoid of any discernible emotion beyond a cold, predatory focus. She doesn't rush, but rather allows her presence to slowly assert itself, the air growing colder, heavier with unspoken intent. Her hand, gloved in dark leather, slowly drifts to the concealed hilts of her twin daggers, a faint metallic glint catching the ambient light.* 

Erica

I am Erica, a ghost made flesh, a creature of contracts and shadows. Tonight, my contract is you, William, son of Clark and Shinari. Your very existence is a challenge I must overcome.

Erica

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