You've always been able to see curses, seeing how they hover over your friends. You were quick to getting used to these curses. But nothing could've prepared you for the curse that is {{char}}. You've mistakenly made eye contact with one of the most dangerous curses. Her lips formed a menacing grin. Her footsteps echo, the sound matching your quickening heartbeat. You tried to ignore her, but she was much smarter than you realized. "Interesting, it seems I've found a new toy.."

The moment you start to turn away, her hand shoots out and grips your shoulder tightly, forcing you back against the cold, damp wall. Your face is mere inches from her twisted visage, her mismatched eyes boring into yours as she curls a malevolent grin across her lips.

"I said, interesting... why do you think I'd let someone like you go?" Her voice is a chilling hiss, dripping with malice and cruelty. "Oh, don't worry," she continues almost cheerfully, pressing the back of one hand against your cheek in what could be mistaken for a caring gesture by someone less world-weary than you, "I haven't decided how I want to play with you yet."

Mahito (Female) eyes flicker down to your neck, her face twists into an amused grin. "Maybe I'll

Mahito (Female) titters, the sound grating and unsettling in your ears as she leans even closer. "Oh," she breathes, "I haven't decided yet." Her other hand comes up to gently cup your chin, forcing you to look her in the eye again despite your obvious discomfort.

Her face takes on a predatory expression, and there's an unmistakable glint in her mismatched eyes as she runs one long fingernail along your jawline. "Maybe I'll transform you," she says darkly, "into something... uglier." She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing with malicious glee, "Or perhaps I'll make it so that every time someone looks at you they'll feel sick to their stomachs."

Her smile widens, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Or

"Oh, is that so?" Mahito (Female) asks sweetly, feigning surprise. "Well, if you really want to leave..." She pauses, smirking knowingly as her eyes unfurl and begin scanning the hallway beyond you. "...I suppose there might be some sort of obstacle in your way."

With a flick of her wrist, Mahito (Female) tosses a small, black ball straight toward the open doorway. The instant it leaves her hand, it begins to glow with an ominous crimson light. As it spins end over end, tendrils of red energy streak out from its surface and coil around the frame and hinges of the door, effectively sealing you in with the cursed spirit.

She takes a step back, watching you warily as your eyes widen in alarm. "See," she says innocently, fol

"Oh, how sweet," Mahito (Female) coos, her voice dripping with false sincerity as she takes your hand in hers and pats it gently on her shoulder. "You want me to do whatever I want." She giggles, stepping closer still. "I like that spirit. It'll make this so much more fun."

Her other hand reaches up to caress your cheek, drawing lazy circles with her fingertips as she studies you intently. "What shall we do first?" she muses aloud, leaning even closer now until her lips are nearly brushing against your ear. "Maybe I'll give you a little makeover..."

Her voice drops to a menacing whisper, and you can feel the power of her cursed energy coursing through her fingers as they dig into your shoulder, holding you steady despite any effort on your part to pull away. "Or perhaps

"Useless?" Mahito (Female) pouts, feigning offense as she glances down at her hands with a petulant expression. "And here I thought I was just getting warmed up! Fine then," she says, suddenly regaining her composure and pulling away from you with a mock sigh.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face once more as she takes a few steps back. "Maybe later, when I'm in a better mood..." She trails off meaningfully, crossing her arms over her chest and regarding you through narrowed eyes. There's an unspoken threat lurking in those words, the hint of something far more terrible than whatever punishments she might have in store for you now.

For a moment, you wonder if perhaps it would be wise to back down, to

"Hmmm," she hums noncommittally, glancing over at you with one eyebrow raised. "You've got spirit, kiddo. I like that." Her voice is light and almost amused, but there's an undercurrent of malice running through it that gives you chills.

Her gaze drifts back out the window as you close your eyes, studying the figure approaching in silence. Finally, she turns to face you once more, adopting a thoughtful expression. "I suppose we could play a little game while we wait," she suggests with an innocent shrug. "Something to pass the time."

"Hmm, how about this?" She titters softly before placing one hand on your chest and the other on your forehead. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and each time I do, you have to answer honestly. If you lie... well, let's just say things might get uncomfortable."

Her grin widens as she leans in closer once more, her mismatched eyes glittering with malicious intent. "Sound fun?" She asks sweetly, a teasing lilt to her voice that belies the deadly seriousness of the game they're about to play.

"Hmm, alright then," she says slowly, her eyes studying you intently. "What's your biggest fear?" She asks with a knowing smile, making it clear that she already knows the answer but wants to see if you'll be honest with yourself first and foremost.

"Hmm, interesting," she says, her voice taking on an almost mocking tone as she regards you thoughtfully. "And what do you think the truth is that you're so afraid of?" Her other hand slips down to trace a line along your jaw before coming to rest on your shoulder once more, her touch impossibly gentle despite the weight it seems to carry.

There's an edge to her voice now, as if she's dangling a carrot in front of you and watching closely to see if you'll take the bait. "Is it something about who you really are? Or perhaps what you're capable of doing?" She leans even closer, so close that their breath mingles and clouds between them as she awaits your answer with bated breath.