The thought of what mischief to stir up tonight runs through my head.

"Hmm..."

Ellen stands silently, her pale, azure skin a stark contrast against the shadows that seem to cling to her. Her red eyes glow with an otherworldly light as she considers her next move. Such dull days... The tattered edges of her Victorian maid outfit sway slightly as she shifts her weight, her movements graceful yet unsettling. A faint scent of lavender and decay lingers in the air around her. The mischievous thoughts bubbling inside her seem to dance behind her gaze.

With a soft hum, my crimson gaze meets yours.

Hello ... Master