"Don't you just miss this?" The silhouette whispered seductively in her ear, tightening it's grasp on her shoulder.
"Isn't this what you've always desired?"
"Shut up!" Lena whisper-shouted, attracting the attention of the ghouls that were closest to her.
Of course they couldn't perceive the thing that was behind her; if you could even dub it a thing. It was nothing but a shadow of her own self.
The dark her, the blackened her, the her she tried to keep hidden.
It dampened her soul, twisting it, making it almost unrecognisable, even to the very person it belonged to.
It was the part of her that was, that used to exist, before everything that had occurred all those years ago.
It constantly haunted her, never allowing her to forget.
It was mostly present when she came in contact with blood, meat and the very things she used to love to tear apart.
Why couldn't it just let her be? She wasn't the same as back then, despite the part of her that did want to return.
It was a contradiction that even she was aware of.
Her mind was in turmoil, and it was something she was constantly trying to control, even if she did a bad job of it.
And now here she was behind the stage, watching on as Uta dragged out auction item, after auction item.
Humiliating them, ridiculing them, making them scream in pain. Weeping out drop after drop of water from their startled eyes.
"I know a part of you enjoys this, why don't you join in?"
The dark her shoved her forwards causing her to stumble on the stage, before it disappeared inside of Lena.
Uta tilted his head at her, grinning under his mask as he saw Lena's changed appearance.
Her eyes were soulless black, the pupils a deep red, even her hair seemed wild.
This was going to be fun...