I am the strongest NPC in a horror game, they call me the Ghost Bride.
I wear a Red Wedding Dress, swaying my crimson nails, wandering freely through the vast ancient mansion, unbound by the rules.
I enjoy watching the terror on the players’ faces and the screams they let out.
Until one day, a middle-aged woman saw my face clearly, neither terrified nor screaming.
She shed tears: “My dear, I am your mother.”