Time stood still as the child closed the distance between the two beings. The silhouette shaped into a great woman, larger than Seven even as she knelt. Her hair was grey and unkempt, stretching from her head to her waist. Her skin was freshly coated in blood.

“Teddy?”, she inquired with a swift turn of her head, revealing a side of her face to Seven. Her eyes were white, lacking pupils. She lacked any clothing, her long lanky body unhidden.

Peering up and down the unusual woman, Seven was uncertain whether her word was meant for himself. “H-hello?”, he returned. The resonance of his voice echoed in the wasteland. She turned her body in the direction of the child, revealing her monstrous form. Her fingers were long and sharp like that of a claw, her teeth akin to a shark’s, her eyes void of life. Metal chains from her legs led to the spire.

“You’ve finally come,” she continued. Seven took a step back, wary of the woman and confused by her words. “Do I… know you?”, he asked with as much bravery as flowed through his vein. “Who is Teddy?”

Now squinting her eyes, the monster of a woman visually inspected Seven, seeming to finally see him. “Is that whose blood you’re covered in?”, the boy investigated. “Come closer, my child,” the woman responded, seemingly ignoring his inquiries.

Bringing her monstrous hand upward, the woman beckoned the boy. Seven felt his legs move against his will, dragging himself closer to the great woman; the child made the supposition that she had to be the size of three great tall men if she were to stand.

“What.. are you?”, Seven whispered to the great beast of a woman. “Is that really what you wish to ask me after travelling such a long way?”, she chuckled, revealing her rows of blades for teeth. The boy’s face grew fearful as he squeezed his eyes shut, praying for mercy.

She shook her head in disapproval of Seven’s silent response. “I am a devourer. Of memories, strength, and power. Of whatever it is that I desire. I am a mistress of death,” she spoke in preposterous monologue.