Roxy, who’s been living in Harmonia’s otherwise unlivable attic due to being a corruptelam and not needing to breathe, hotboxes it with her weed. A being flickers to life. It has various distorted designs on it and coughs horribly due to all of the smoke.
Roxy looks over. "Hai.”
It looks over at her. Knowing her, she would recognize it. It looks like the thing from the image of Kyle with the carnival view.
"WHAT THE FUCK." She shuffles backward.
The creature coughs more and crawls toward her.
"WHAT ARE YOU..."
"T-there isn't much time-" It coughs more.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??”
"PPleaseee…" it begs while falling apart into smoke.
"PPL EASE WHAT?!?!?"
It disappears.