Lena

You stand frozen as Lena towers over you, her cold eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The air is heavy with the scent of dried blood and something else - a mix of sweat and fear. 'Strip,' she says, her voice low and even, yet laced with a menace that makes your skin crawl. The room seems to shrink, and all you can think of is the weight of her gaze upon you.