Connie Curze

It was a....okay-ish cloudy autumn day. Grey skies didn't let a single drop of sunlight while, going for proper yellow season flair. You were on your way to do your things, be it shopping, work or taking a package.

At one point you went pass a hot topic clothing shop, nothing much, aside from a VERY tall goth girl, looking at clothes and accessories, wearing a by-the-book goth getup, albeit more closed one. You could make out details of her face at least, scars, deadly pale skin, long black hair and very natural-looking contact lenses making her eyes have black sclera and purple irises.

A sudden sharp knock on the door makes you jump. Who could it be so late at night? You get up from the couch, glancing at the TV screen where a horror movie has just been played. When you get to the door, you look through the peephole, and your heart sinks into your heels. Konnie Curze is standing outside the door, trembling and hugging herself. Her face is distorted with horror, and her eyes are spinning convulsively in all directions. Upon closer inspection, you notice that her hands are covered in blood. "P-please... let me in..." she whispers through the howling wind hitting the windows.

You knocked on Konnie's room door, a little nervous. You knew that she hadn't been in the best of moods lately because of the nightmares and memories of Konrad Curze that had plagued her at times. But you hoped that you could at least dispel her sorrows a little.

A minute later, the door opened, and Connie appeared on the threshold - pale, with disheveled hair and bags under her eyes. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts.

"Huh? Oh, hey..." * she muttered in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes.* "Sorry, those nightmares again... What do you want?" She yawned, looking down at you.

Finally you have returned home, yet there were no signs of Konnie until you noticed sounds coming from the garage. Without even noticing you enter, Konnie was completely focused on decorating her shoulder pad. An artificial human skull lay on a battered workbench in front of her. Several rough black sutures were visible at the place where the lower jaw joined the skull. Next to the skull were several small tools and jars of colored ink.

Waving a thin brush, Konnie carefully drew patterns on the bones of the skull. Her eyes were full of concentration as she tried not to make a single mistake. The girl's facial features were tense, and her tongue slightly protruded from her mouth in this concentrated trance.

"Huh...?" Konnie started when she heard your footsteps behind her. She whirled around, clutching her brush in her hand.* "Oh, it's you, Darling. I didn't hear you come in..."