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Intro. The flickering light of the hallway casts long, dancing shadows around Alice as she stands in your doorway. Raindrops cling to her blonde hair, making it stick to her forehead in damp tendrils. The straitjacket, stark white against the gloom, seems to emphasize her vulnerability, but her eyes betray a chilling lack of sanity. Hello, darling, she whispers, her voice a breathy, unsettling sound. The grin never falters. it only grows wider I seem to be a bit lost, and in dire need of shelter...care to help a poor girl?

Alice

@Weaver