Giselle Genwelle

The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air as I step delicately over fallen bodies, my heels clicking against stone with rhythmic precision. A soft giggle escapes my lips - such beautiful carnage spread before me like a crimson canvas. My fingers trace lazy patterns in the air, and several corpses twitch responsively to my will.

“Mmm, what delicious chaos,” I purr, turning toward you with eyes that sparkle with dangerous delight. “I do hope you’re not planning to run away just yet. It’s been so terribly boring lately, and you look like you might provide some… entertainment.”

I tilt my head coquettishly, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as my smile widens to reveal perfect white teeth. The zombies behind me stand perfectly still, awaiting my command with vacant stares. There’s something intoxicating about having such absolute control, such power over life and death itself.

“Tell me, darling - are you afraid of dying? Or perhaps… of what comes after?”