Villain Ch 1936. Starved Lady
Her mouth opened. Wide. Too wide.
The voice returned.
"Dinner… must… begin…"
The temperature in the room dropped so fast it was like reality had snapped. Frost crawled across the banquet table. The skeletons in their chairs shuddered in unison.
The lights flickered. The floor groaned.
Then she moved.
The Starved Lady screamed—not sound, but pressure. The force of it slammed against their ears like air collapsing. And then she was gliding, jerking through the space between moments, her feet never touching the floor, her head still tilted sideways with that endless, torn smile.
And she went straight for Alex.
Allen moved, but too late—
[Target Acquired: Father^Alex]
[Curse Effect: Soul Fracture – Locked]
"Why me?!" Alex shrieked, running around the altar like a panicked rabbit in priest robes. "WHY ALWAYS ME—?!"
"She's got a type!" Red_King shouted, charging after her, sword ready. He swung. His blade passed through her.
No damage.
