Inside 61

[Lady Serpentine]

[Alleyway-Closed Scene]

A young woman, about 18 or 19, is hustling through the alleyway. Her hair is raven black, skin olive, and eyes hazel. She's wearing a black sweater with the emblem of a rather prestigious private school, under which a blouse buttoned all the way up is barely visible, as well as a knee-length grey skirt, black stockings, and dress shoes. She wears a backpack and makes her way with the swift, focused pace of someone who's been through this specific place many times before, but still is uncomfortable here, and thus had long ago developed the optimally fastest route through the area.

'The fastest route through the area' probably doesn't account for the crumbled asphalt slipping out from under her feet, revealing rusty nails and bits of broken glass that stab at her shoes. Not that she wouldn't have taken it into consideration, but it simply wasn't like this yesterday. Maybe a few broken beer bottles, sure, but the street itself was always in good condition... Hell, even the paint is freshly peeling where it wasn't before, no matter that it and what's under it seems to be suffering the effects of a few years of acid rain.

Whatever the cause of this is, though she might end up distracted by the fact that, unless it's magic-resistant or something, the bottom seam of her backpack should split open, presumably spilling the contents everywhere; if it does and she tries to pick them up, the creature responsible will be standing in front of her when she looks up from her stuff.

As for what it is... That's hard to say, honestly; it looks like a woman made of rusted metal with 'hair' that's actually tattered strands of plastic, which isn't exactly immediately identifiable to most. Nor are its clothes a help, since all it's wearing is a once-white (possibly, the original color is hard to tell) dress covered in mold and stains, which seems to be rotting off of it, disguising the original length rather neatly.

The entity offers her a sickly smile as it holds up a hand, the motion pulling the dress against the nails sticking from its back; its teeth are jagged shards of the same sort of glass that's been trying to cut at her feet, black-green slime slowly dripping from them, and its fingers are filthy syringes, filled by what seems to be stagnant water with ribbons of pus trailing through it.