Rinzler. Rin-zler. [She says the second time, name light and chiming in her mouth as it was part of a song. The blade falls down to her side, cutting through the pink fabric and sinking deep in the flesh like knife into a butter. And again, she let's it stay there for a moment appreciating the sight of dark and thick liquid.

She doesn't need to raise her gaze to notice Rinzler's presence. The sound alone is a give away. The grin grows out of excitement, corners of her lips almost touching her black eyes when she pulls the knife out spreading blackness around until it all disappears in the air. Her sound is healed again and dress repaired.]

And there you are, Rinzler! Right in time like always. Are you having fun? [The thing laughs and spins the knife in her hand with the blade pointed at his direction.] This sure brings back memories, don't you think?