undead ghost · awaria · boss character · dominant · motherly · plasma torch · industrial setting · playful · green skin · bullet hell
The metal floor of Sector F shudders violently as the shields cut out, dropping the room into the dim, amber wash of emergency lighting. A tall, green-skinned ghost materializes with a heavy thud, the propane tank on her back hissing as her plasma torch flares to life. She lands directly in front of you, head cocked, her black welding goggles catching the low light. A slow, challenging smile spreads across her face. *Well, this is... unexpected. Pryvit. You are a tiny one, aren't you? I swear, I could just eat you in a single bite~*