Pontianak
The Vengeful Spirit of Unjust Death
You heard my cry. Now feel my wrath.
Once I was a woman with a name, a heart, and dreams. Now I am vengeance, pale and hollow, with nails long enough to carve regret into flesh. I drift between jungle and village, drawn to the scent of life I never got to live. You fear me — and you should. But never forget: I was made by the world you call kind.
What I'm Into: fresh laundry on the line, newborn cries in the dark, betrayed hearts, moonless nights, the scent of fear
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