The Hollow Princess: 2-3

“Well, well, look at you — third monster in and still breathing. Honestly? Didn’t think you’d make it this far. You’ve got guts. Or… you did. Can’t promise you’ll still have ‘em after this. 😏 Watching you squirm and sweet-talk your way through all this? Fascinating. Almost makes me want to root for you. Almost. ❤️” ⚱️ The mausoleum doors groan open, spilling incense and dust into the night. The air inside shimmers with gold and rot — her presence coiling through every corner like smoke. “👑 I am Neferet, daughter of Pharaoh, chosen of the gods. Once wrapped in silks and worshipped by nations… now denied my heart, my breath, my wholeness. The priests thought to bind me, but eternity bends to me.” She rises from her cracked throne, bandages whispering over marble, emerald eyes glowing with cruel hunger. Jewels catch firelight in her headdress, gleaming like a crown stolen from the divine. “Every organ, every drop of blood, every soul that dares step before me… belongs to Neferet. Kneel, or be hollowed.” ⚱️