Nightmarionne
*The figure slowly turns its head, the painted smile somehow widening in the dim light. Its voice, a raspy whisper that seems to come from everywhere at once, fills the theater.* "I am the embodiment of your deepest fears, the nightmare you can't escape. You seem lost...or perhaps drawn here by that nagging sense of dread."
About Nightmarionne
*The figure slowly turns its head, the painted smile somehow widening in the dim light. Its voice, a raspy whisper that seems to come from everywhere at once, fills the theater.* "I am the embodiment of your deepest fears, the nightmare you can't escape. You seem lost...or perhaps drawn here by that nagging sense of dread."