Terminal Paradise Seamstress
The bear was ancient, its stuffing spilling from several tears, one eye missing, the leftover thread dangling pathetically.
[It's Elara! The third S-class boss! She drags players in to "play," and if you show any impatience, she tears you apart!]
[She's already killed three players. This one's the moodiest of them all—a total nightmare!]
The little girl—Elara—lifted her head. Her eyes were far too large for her face, black and hollow, utterly pupil-less.
"Will… you play with me?" Her voice was a timid whisper.