–Livana–
A gentle knock on the door interrupted my routine. I did not move from my vanity mirror; my hand continued its graceful motion.
"Livana, I know you are there." Carrie's voice. I chuckled softly, a low sound that carried amusement.
I hummed, then rose. Slipping off my robe, I revealed the white silk dress I favored at home. My long hair—nurtured for years after once being cut short—fell as it always did, a curtain of discipline and vanity.
I opened the door. Carrie's eyes widened as I seized her neck and pulled her inside, pinning her against the wood.
"L-Livana…" she gasped.
"Do you like what you see?" I smirked, my laughter curling into something demonic, a shadowed melody.
