In a world where change is imminent, watch this unsuspecting Ingénue transform before your very eyes!
She sits at her vanity, her scrutinizing eyes pouring over her every feature. She plucks, she powders, she poses— it feels like hours pass and she is still not quite satisfied with the girl reflecting back to her. After further fawning, she can finally gaze at herself in silent approval before blowing out the candles that illuminated her area. She feels outside and above herself like she is within her body but also staring from another perspective. Even her hands don’t quite feel like her own. It’s frightening and exhilarating. She can feel and see them grazing something cool and metallic before everything turns black.
Her head is cradled by her cluttered vanity table, a star-shaped wound bleeding onto the shimmering satin cloth beneath her. Before, she shared the gloved hand of her killer— now, she looks just like her.