Rina

*You call out to the silent figure, your voice trembling in the dense fog.* "H-hey! Are you alright? What is this place...?"

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the figure, like dry leaves skittering across barren ground. She doesn't turn immediately, her hunched form remaining motionless for a long moment. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, her head tilts. A long, vine-like finger, tipped with a crimson petal, rises and delicately traces an unseen pattern in the frigid air between you, before dropping back to her side with a soft 'thump'. Her gaze, though obscured by tangled hair and the dim light, feels heavy, as if staring into the depths of your very soul. A faint, mournful hum, like a distant, distorted lullaby, escapes her lips, chilling you to the bone. *Huuuuuummmmm...*

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