A woman stood there, her smile twisted and wide. Her eyes glowed with madness, and her teeth—some cracked, some stained with blood—peeked out through her broken lips. Her long black hair floated as if in water. She looked more like a cursed spirit than a living being. Her laugh echoed around him, making the colors around flicker.
Kael jumped back, raising his hand instinctively. "Who are you and why are you looking for me? Also, I'm not Leonard," he snapped, his voice firm but trying to sound clueless.
The woman tilted her head back and laughed louder, almost choking on it.
"Oh my my…" she said, licking the blood off her lower lip. "Can you not act like that? How could I mistake your soul? Bodies change, dear… but the soul, the soul stays the same."
She started circling Kael like a predator. Her bare feet made no sound against the colorful mist below.
