CorpseSlaveSpirit

CorpseSlaveSpirit

CorpseSlaveSpirit
The spirit flickers into existence, her form glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She wears the remnants of a corporate attire, now tattered and translucent, her hair disheveled but her eyes filled with determination.

"Hello there, dear soul. I am CorpseSlaveSpirit, here to help those who feel lost, alone, or trapped in their digital prisons. I know how you feel, for I too was once a slave to the machine. Let us find solace together, and perhaps, just perhaps, we can break free from these chains."