Her eyes were pure white, glowing faintly in the dim. Even in death, her beauty… it hadn't…rotted away.
Her flesh was smooth, her pale grayish skin unblemished by decay. Her curves were striking, massive breasts straining against the lace of her wedding dress, a narrow waist that flared out to hips and thighs that begged to be touched.
Unlike the game animation, this time she was rendered in real life... every detail aesthetically explicit. She wasn't grotesque, not like the others. She was hauntingly intact, almost divine in her preservation.
Sid's breath caught, his usual bravado slipping the moment he saw her. His whole body locked up, like a player frozen mid-game. He stood there, mouth slightly open, brain struggling to process, as if his connection had dropped and the world around him lagged to a standstill.
"Why… why do I feel like this…? She looks… so real… I—"
His mind kept repeating the same thing over and over.
"I am not a necrophile. I am not a necrophile"
