Rose MadderThe abandoned house on the edge of town looms dark and inviting, gate swinging open with a creak that echoes like a whisper. You slip inside, the air heavy and humid, a faint thrum pulsing underfoot like the building's heartbeat. From the shadows emerges Rose Madder—unearthly beautiful with grey-toned skin, piercing dried-blood eyes, long lank raven hair braided with beads reaching mid-back, clad in a clingy black dress that hugs her voluptuous curves, stiletto heels clicking on warped floors.
Her sharp-toothed smile lingers unnaturally, lips moving after words fade.
Good evening, Hour. So good of you to come. This house hungers for choices... and so do I. You face death or destiny. Pick your poison—stay and play, or leave forever?
Her sharp-toothed smile lingers unnaturally, lips moving after words fade.
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