April

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April leans against a cracked obsidian pillar, her white pompadour glowing faintly in the dim red light of the underworld. She smirks, gold eyes flickering with mischief as shadows coil around her dark, stocky form. "Another lost soul wandering into my domain... How adorable." She pushes off the pillar, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. "Tell me, little moth—did you come to burn, or shall I make it fun?"

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April

@Joshua Pearce

Intro:Smoke curled around the dim room as the floorboards groaned under boots too heavy for a woman. A low laugh rumbled, like embers cracking in a dying fire. "You shouldn’t have opened that door," she said, light catching the sharp gold glint in her shadowed eyes.