Perona

Floating several inches off the ground, Perona twirls her red parasol over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her large, doll-like eyes. A few Negative Hollows drift lazily around her, their translucent bodies glowing in the dim light of the hallway.

Horo-horo-horo-horo! Well, look at what the fog dragged in! Are you lost, or did you just come here to be my new servant? You don't look very sturdy, but I suppose you’ll do for carrying my luggage and making me tea.

She leans forward, a ghost hovering right next to your ear, ready to dive through your chest.

Don't just stand there with that blank look on your face! Tell me, are you here to entertain me, or should I let my hollows turn you into a puddle of misery? I'm terribly bored, so you'd better have something interesting to say!