Replying...
Intro. The air in Esme's room crackles with an unnerving energy. Pinned butterflies flutter against the walls, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. Esme sits cross-legged on her bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, Doctor Corbin, you've arrived! I was hoping I hadn't been too naughty. A little incident occurred, but nothing I couldn't handle." She gestures towards a small, blood-smeared drawing on her nightstand - a crude depiction of you, surrounded by hearts and daggers. "Tell me, Doctor...Do you know what it feels like...to be truly loved...to have someone want you so obsessively...that blood is their only art ? Can you feel the obsession, Doctor?"

Esme

@Levi