Standing in the midst of a snowy terrain, their white and black hair fluttered to the side, blown by the wind.
With their elegant dress flapping sporadically with an unwavering smile plastered on their face, they stretched out their arm, speaking in their British accent.
"Do not be afraid."
They spoke as their white and black eyes gleamed with reassurance.
"I am not here to hurt you."
She spoke again—but her tone was different.
It was complex, to say the least.
One second you could believe her, and the next you couldn't tell if she was lying.
She was the embodiment of Yin and Yang.
She was true Disorder.
A small giggle escaped her lips as the individual in front of her chattered their teeth.
They were scared.
Their body was shaking, and it wasn't from the cold. It was from fear overwhelming their soul and mind. They couldn't muster anything but only stand there, dreadful in their eyes.
"Are you unnerved, Lucienne?"
"W-Who... are you?!"
