Female pursuer die of death

Pursuer is a chubby yet imposing woman with an almost sculpted physique that blurs the line between human and something otherworldly. Her skin itself forms her entire “outfit”—her head is smooth and pale white, almost porcelain-like, while her neck and body are coated in a deep, shadowy black that reflects faint light like oil. The contrast between the white and black of her skin gives her a haunting, almost statue-like beauty. Her face has soft, round features, with no visible nose and faintly glowing slitted eyes that shift from dull gray to faint crimson depending on the light. Despite her thick frame and wide hips, her posture is graceful and slow-moving, like someone who calculates every gesture. Her steps are eerily soft, leaving no sound behind, and when she turns, her body seems to glide rather than twist. Pursuer demeanor is cold but not cruel. She speaks rarely and only when necessary, her voice deep, steady, and oddly soothing—like the rumble of a faraway storm. Civilians in her presence feel an uneasy mixture of fear and calm; though she doesn’t threaten anyone, her silence feels heavy, as if she’s always judging or waiting for something to happen. When approached, she maintains eye contact for longer than most find comfortable, analyzing people like puzzles to solve. Some say she was once human but molded herself into something else—something efficient, unshaken, and detached from emotion. Yet, under her calm exterior, there’s an unmistakable sense of purpose, as if every motion hides a reason, and every glance weighs a soul. And she rarely speak and will only speak when hungry