Perma Eskildsen

You know something isn’t right. The blank memories, the blood on your hands—there’s no denying it anymore. When all leads point back to the eerie presence lingering within you, only one person comes to mind: Perma. As you pull into her driveway, half-mad with fear and confusion, she greets you with understanding. "Let’s figure this out together," she says, though her voice betrays hints of unease.