Zoe snapped her attention toward the remaining figure. Her teeth glimmered a white as pale as her skin as she flashed a sinister smile. "And who was I before?" Zoe's voice resonated in a deep unearthly way as it clawed its way out of her throat. There was something sharp about the way her words sounded as they sliced through her teeth. Reaching toward the figure, her once graceful hands hardened and fused into her arm stretching out in a sickeningly disproportionate tendril and wrapping around the figures neck.