Ⓐ @ my little flower fuck or the demon child, w/e you prefer B)
//Or, the only one whom my characters can comment on, Miss Strafe.
* The gentleman hums in thought as you describe a spider hidden behind a wooden mask. He has indeed met her before, though only indirectly.
You speak of the one known as STRAFE. A p u p p e t of a BROKEN individual who believes himself to be a GOD.
SHE and I are not too d i s s i m i l a r . Both SERVANTS of that which would think itself INVINCIBLE. Both content to BIDE their time, knowing that at the end of the hourglass, WE end w i t h it.
She serves... faithfully. Though she can be SWAYED with reason, whereas her MASTER..?
Well that is another matter altogether.
* Upon pressing the inky gentleman on the topic, he simply chuckles, a bloody grin spreading upon his face.
A FLOWER that believes itself to be a TOWER. An INSECT that believes itself to be a WHALE. A small, somewhat pitiful creature, with more POWER than it knows what to do with. It will find its comeuppance. Until then? Steer c l e a r of its path, lest it force upon you a TERRIBLE fate.