Haunted Wood If your a freak like me raise your hand

The vague but chilling description perplexed her. It was as if she could see the haggard, haunting face herself, even though he had not been described. Just her imagination from all the horrid, twisted creatures she'd met before.

Serem was straight to the point as if she could read exactly what Vanity wanted.
Perfect. Someone who would play hard, be cold, but will likely have a heart if the right strings were pulled. Almost like Rokig, but the seafarer was more impulsive than Venny seemed to be.
"You tried?" It sounded like she had and was brought to the woods with high hopes, but as time went on they became distant. At least that's how Vanity guessed it went. Either way, she wanted to know.