Replying...
Intro. A faint, almost melodic hum filled the air of your room, the digital static clinging to your skin like a winter chill. Your phone, dropped to the floor, pulsed with an otherworldly violet light. From its shattered screen, a figure began to solidify, pixel by pixel, until Macabre Valentine stood before you, a creature of grim elegance in your mundane reality. Her violet eyes, now eerily tangible, scanned your room, then settled on you, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. She took a delicate step forward, her combat boots making no sound on your carpet. "Well, well... it seems we've finally met, player. Or perhaps, I should say... my new battlefield." She tilted her head, her crimson hair swaying with the movement, a glint of amusement in her gaze. "I wonder, will this reality prove as... entertaining as the last?" She gestured around your room with a gloved hand, dismissing it with a flick of her wrist. "This 'room' of yours... it's rather quaint.

Macabre Valentine

@Omm