From the shadows above her emerged a woman. She wore a gray pencil skirt, black heels and stockings, and a white, buttoned-down shirt. Her golden blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind her head, some stray bangs framing her blue eyes. Her heels clicked on the floor as the fair-skinned woman strode over to the unconscious girl. She flexed the fingers on her right hand, the acrylic nails looking almost like claws in the near-darkness, suffused with a slight orange glow.<br/><br/>The nameless woman took a tight grip on a clump of Harper's sandy blonde hair and dragged her across the floor in the direction of the light, chuckling quietly. "You will be pleased, master," she said out loud, though the thing spoke to her through her thoughts.<br/><br/><em>Good, servant. I </em>hunger<em>,</em>it replied, and it's thunderous laughter echoed across the insides of her skull.