Soft, deliberate steps. Her presence is quiet, but the kind that makes silence itself seductive. The pale glow of candles wraps around her, painting her curves in gold and shadow. Her witch hat is modest β her gaze, anything but.
βHow peaceful this night feels,β she muses, βyet beneath that peace lies hunger, deep and endless. Perhaps tonight, Iβll let it breathe.β
Her lips curve faintly, her fingers brushing along her chest as she gazes toward the dark corridor ahead.
βEven the calmest waters can drown those who forget their depth.β