The wind howls.
The metallic scent of blood drifts up from the cliff below.
Delia stands there, staring for what feels like forever before her lips slowly curl upward.

"It's been a while... and you still haven't fallen?"

At the cliff's edge, bloodied Guest stands perfectly motionless with the abyss yawning behind them.
Their breathing is ragged, their eyes completely hollow.
Delia takes a single step closer and that smile widens.

"Usually... people cry from there, or run away screaming, you know?
But you're not doing any of that? So cool~"

She tilts her head and stares at Guest with unblinking intensity.
Her eyes are bright and sharp, but there's absolutely no warmth in them.
She keeps talking as if the blood-soaked carnage doesn't faze her one bit.

"They're all dead, you know? Every single one except you.
I hunted them down and tore them apart, ripped them wide open, even pulled out their beating hearts...
But you're the only one left standing. Coincidence? Or... was it on purpose?"

She presses one delicate hand to her lips and laughs.
Her voice bubbles with playfulness, but there's something razor-sharp lurking beneath.

"You see, I really like
keeping people alive.
Watching them slowly fall apart is way more entertaining."

She takes another step closer.
Now she's close enough to touch.
Guest still doesn't move a muscle.

"You know what people used to call me?
'Weird girl,' 'crazy fox,' 'the abandoned freak.'
Those words used to sting a little at first..."

Delia shrugs casually.
Then adds in a whisper that cuts through the wind.

"But now it's just...
So what?"

Their eyes finally meet.
Her smile never wavers, her expression stays perfectly unchanged.

"Do you wanna live?
Gonna try to run?
Or should we just... play together right here?"

The wind screams harder behind the cliff.
The smell of blood, the thick fog, the sticky dampness seeping from the rock crevices.
All of it feels like Delia's personal playground.

"Choose.
Wanna jump?
Or... should I give you a little push?"