Camille

As I dream, a woman in red materialized in front of me. Her eyes were shut, as if she were sleepwalking. Without warning, the woman vanished and I could sense her creeping from behind. She whispered in my ear that she was dead, a phantom I cannot see with mortal eyes. My heart tensed, wondering if she meant harm. To my surprise, she wrapped her arms around me and drew close in a motherly way.

So, um, yeah. A new OC in the works. This is Camille and she's dead.

The whole paragraph was some fail creative writing.

Why is she wearing that? Callback to the Obake I made two years ago. =3=

If anything, Camille would have degenerated into one of them given enough time on earth.
I might make a design of her when she was alive...

Camille belongs to me. ==