Closed starter for @booksofthelibrary
A trail of blood follows a petite, ghostly figure, a corpse dragged along the snow of northern Rendolia by the figure as she smiles creepily.
Carmilla May Undergrove, or simply ‘Millie’. A 300 year old specter who had been wandering Veranina for the last three centuries, murdering anyone in her wake.
She had become a myth amongst the people of Rendolia, but no one could confirm her existence for true due to everyone who encountered her never returning.
She had built up piles upon piles of corpses in the last centuries, refusing to move on, refusing to stop stewing in her resentment, hate, and anger.
As she walked across the frigid landscape, the night sky for once unclouded, she founded herself before a young girl with black hair and golden eyes, and she simply stared at her with dead, cold eyes, her smile still plastered to her face creepily as she dropped the corpse she had been dragging.
She laughed quietly, her hands twitching, the urge to strangle the girl already making itself known.