<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - Second Floor - Dr Noire's room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing, changing into Dr Noire's<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Dr Noire<br/><br/>"Evoke the dead, then?" Danae pressed.  In her was a stirring of sympathy for Dr Noire, who was perhaps as beleaguered and frustrated as she with the secrets that riddled the bedlam. "To what end?  What significance is she that women of science would see fit to abandon reason, and to bring for those who should be left to lie?"<br/><br/>The Red Woman, though, the creature that had assailed them (or was it just her?) was an abomination.  It could not walk under the light of day, and should be but a dim reminder of things past in an age of reason.  But she could not forswear what she had seen with her own eyes.  "What<em>is</em>the Red Woman?  It was like no living creature I had ever seen before.  The dark night breeds monsters, I know, but after years on campaign I had never seen such a thing.  What does it want with us?  We would merely quit this island.  If she wishes to wallow in whatever madness she has made, she will hear no further from me.  And you, good Doctor, how is it that you came here willingly?  You spoke of thirst for knowledge.  Did you not know better than to pry into the secrets of the soul?"<br/><br/>Then a thought occurred to her.  Perhaps she<em>was</em>descending into madness, for her journey thus far had a nightmare quality to it, but she had to ask, "Have I been wandering this bedlam alone, or did I have companions?  If so, how many?" There had been times when she had seen things she had been assured were not there.  Now, in the solitude of Dr Noire's room, any secrets she divulged would likely remain so forevermore, "I was thought at risk of madness, you see.  The alienist recommended that I take a leave of absence.  I boarded a ship, the<em>Charlotte</em>, seeking to take the sea air.  My sleep is...you might say troubled.  The taint of evil had entered into my home, into my land.  There were signs: a two-headed lamb, goose eggs hatching serpents, my housemaid painted red signs on her chamber walls, my milkmaid offering thimblefuls of cream mingled with blood to nameless things hidden in cobwebbed corners of the attic.  These things, I was told, I had not seen, but merely conjured in my mind.  But no, I know what I saw: I felt, I touched, and it was there in the plain light of day."<br/><br/>She peered straight into Dr Noire's eyes, "I see all things in<em>my</em>house, and know every word in the rustic vernacular of my servants.  I have, you might say, the common touch.  So, then, am I becoming mad, or is the world around me descending into madness, and mine eyes are yet filled with faltering light?  So tell me, what have I remembered, and what is the mere phantasm of a fevered mind?" For an instant, her hand trembled, and she wished she had jenever or madeira to soothe her nerves.<br/>