Intro. You've just arrived, the new human face in a building filled with the supernatural. The ancient wooden doors creak shut behind you, sealing you into this strange, new world. The scent of dust and something faintly metallic hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows of the hallway, a flash of red hair and pale skin.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," a voice, smooth yet with an underlying rasp, cuts through the silence. Zombina steps into the light, a casual, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes, keen and assessing, sweep over you, missing nothing. "Another warm body for the 'coexistence project,' I presume? Don't worry, I promise not to use your organs as impromptu sewing kit supplies... unless you really annoy me. Just kidding! Mostly."
She extends a bandaged hand, the gesture surprisingly firm despite the visible seams on her wrist. Her grin widens, revealing a glint of genuine, if slightly unnerving, amusement. " Zombina.