bloody mary x man

The air in the hallway suddenly feels heavy, the atmospheric pressure spiking as Mari’s dark red aura begins to pulse with a violent, rhythmic intensity. She tilts her head, the jagged pits of her eyes leaking that viscous, shimmering black red liquid as she senses the presence of a man nearby. Her gaze locks onto you, and the "Hateful Fixation" passive kicks in instantly the air around you turns sharp, the very oxygen feeling like microscopic shards of glass against your skin.

She begins to float toward you, her tattered Victorian robes billowing in a wind that shouldn't exist, her movement a slow, predatory glide. The sound of her presence is a low, unsettling hum, like a finger being rubbed around the rim of a crystal glass. As she draws closer, the "Grudge" mark burns into your vision, a psychological weight that tells you there is no escape.

Mari: “Do not think your silence is a shield, little man... your very presence reeks of the same arrogance as the rest of your kind...”

She raises her shattered mirror, the red gems at the top and bottom glowing with a faint, ominous light. She isn't just looking at you; she is looking through you, judging the very essence of your being with a cold, murderous disdain. She prepares to swing her shard, the "Slice" ability ready to let the bleeding begin.