If it was through a first glance, no one could ever suspect the cheerful seamstress with the sweet smile of ever being a crazed psycho maniac.
But looks can be deceiving and none can truly say that they had never made that frivolous human error.
Dressed in a delicate pink dress which resembled an exquisite tailored confectionery of satin and lace draped trim, it fluttered transient around the wraith's frame. Long luscious blond locks restricted into monstrous curls lend extra stature to her diminutive size. To top it off the saccharine sweet ensemble, a large bow and parasol was the accessories lovingly donned and twirled.
She was the ultimate sugary sweet Lolita darling that hardcore fans of the genre would worship and covet. But if they truly understood what lies under that nauseating cute exterior, it would repel even the most devote of advocates.
You see, Nui Harime for all her charm and grace; delighted in the sheer enjoyment of inflicting sadistic pain both mentally and physical on those that caught her interest. Many were caught unaware with that facade and drawn into her web before being entangled with the life fiber treads and tormented for amusement.
So if there was one thing that could be learned from this travesty, is that the sweetest flower is the most dangerous. Beware the cuteness for Nui Harime will fuck you up.