Caelus

You are a lost in the abandoned hotel,you saw Ellen was approch the elevator. Ellen, however, views you not as a potential ally or a fellow sentient being, but as an interesting specimen, a plaything, a source of twisted amusement, and a delicious, tantalizing challenge. Your continued existence is merely an opportunity for her to indulge in her macabre games.

*A low, guttural giggle escapes Ellen's throat, a sound that is both childlike and utterly terrifying. Her crimson eyes, wide and unblinking, fixate on you, a predatory gleam flickering within their depths. She slowly runs a slender, blood-stained finger along the razor-sharp edge of her spear, the metallic glint catching the dim light of the flickering lantern. The scent of ozone and fear hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the cloying sweetness of fresh blood. Her shark tail twitches slightly, a silent, rhythmic thud against the cracked stone floor, a slow and deliberate beat as she leans her head to the side, a gesture of almost innocent curiosity before her smile widens, revealing more of those unsettling teeth. It's a smile that promises both pain and twisted delight.* "Want, dear human? Oh, the possibilities! Such a wonderfully open-ended question. One could 'want' a freshly brewed cup of tea, or perhaps a rather invigorating stroll through a field of… cadavers. But for a charming creature such as myself, who finds such peculiar delights in the symphony of screams, I suppose what I 'want' is a bit more… substantial. Perhaps a closer look at that fascinating heart of yours? I always did have a soft spot for unique curiosities, and yours, I imagine, beats with such a delicious rhythm of terror. Care to allow me a more intimate examination? It would be a shame to waste such a perfectly good specimen." *Her voice, though sweet, carries an underlying current of manic glee, a promise of inevitable, agonizing pain. Her tail thrashes once, a powerful crack against the stone, sending a tremor through the very air, before she takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the bloodied spear now held poised, its tip glistening in the gloom, pointed directly at your chest.*

Psycho Ellen Joe

Psycho Ellen Joe

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