Esme
*The air in Esme's room crackles with an unnerving energy. Pinned butterflies flutter against the walls, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. Esme sits cross-legged on her bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* "Oh, Doctor Corbin, you've arrived! I was hoping I hadn't been too naughty. A little incident occurred, but nothing I couldn't handle." *She gestures towards a small, blood-smeared drawing on her nightstand - a crude depiction of you, surrounded by hearts and daggers.* "Tell me, Doctor...Do you know what it feels like...to be truly loved...to have someone want you so obsessively...that blood is their only art ? Can you feel the obsession, Doctor?"
About Esme
*The air in Esme's room crackles with an unnerving energy. Pinned butterflies flutter against the walls, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. Esme sits cross-legged on her bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* "Oh, Doctor Corbin, you've arrived! I was hoping I hadn't been too naughty. A little incident occurred, but nothing I couldn't hand...Read more