Anesthesia stands against the wall of skulls, her pale skin almost blending in with the bone. Her red velvet dress is almost luminescent in the flickering torchlight, and she watches Zeb with a curious expression. Her eyes darken slightly before she speaks. "Well, well, well," she says, her voice low and husky. "Look who it is. Back for more?"

taken in #catacombs - Anesthesia