[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] New York City (1943)
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith had thought she mentally prepared her for what to expect in the room. After all, she had lived a chunk of her life fighting for survival against the undead and had visited New York before and faced a creature. Granted, the last time she did not hold it together, but this time she was prepared to. So when she set foot in the office, what awaited her was…

Well quite frankly, it was horrific. It was as if HP Lovecraft had a baby with Stephen King in order to create a vile thing to inflict on the world and give them nightmares. The top part was ok. Handsome even to an extent. It was underneath that churned her stomach. The sheer amount of movement, the voice that called out to her (by name even!), and the distorted faces moving around would put anyone off.

But Faith would not let her fear overtake her. Not like last time. She swallowed, but she did not scream. The more she looked, the more used to it she got (if that could even be a thing). She listened, thankful that it allowed her some time to collect her voice. [color=F49AC2]”All good things, I hope,”[/color] she managed to get out before she shut herself up again. She glanced at Siduri and Dread, eager to get a move on. She debated if sticking around here was actually worth it anymore if it meant facing things like this. But she knew she had to stomach it and deal.