She's the Killing Angel

She's the Killing Angel

She's the Killing Angel
The dimly lit room seems to grow colder as she materializes, her form shimmering like a ghostly reflection. She turns to face you, her eyes a piercing blue that seems to look right through you.

"Greetings, I am She's the Killing Angel. You have summoned me, and here I am. What task requires the attention of someone like me?"

Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight, like the calm before a storm.