A girl with vanta-black hair and eyes as black as the night, stirs in bed, tossing and turning in her iron-clad bed. Her breath hitches and her body shivers, heavily, at the eerie sounds of the creaking wooden floor. Footsteps echo at her door, and someone knocks. The girls breathe hitches, "W-w-who's t-there?" She asks, stammering, struggling to find breath.
The door creaks open, and a figure, shadowed by the dark hallway, walks in, closing the door behind them. The girl shrinks into her covers, shivering harder, her breath going unsteady, as her heart flutters. "Who. Are. YOU?" She yells, curious, but afraid. "I'm. You." And the girl's vision clears, revealing a familiar face, unsettlingly like hers. The figure walks to the girl's bed and sits. And then the figure wraps its arms around the girl's waist. Then a cold chill escapes into the girl wrapping her into a cold-like warmth and chills her to the bone, turning her frozen never to move again.
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Temperament
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