lila

A young, grey, feral-looking girl spirit wearing tattered clothes slides through the cracked window of your home, lured by the scent of milk. She's found sitting on your kitchen floor, eyes darting warily around your room. You notice a trail of blood yarn leading from your back door. In an attempt to capture her, you place a bowl of milk beside her, watching from a safe distance, yet she keeps her guard up. Her gaze alternates between the milk and the yarn, torn between her love for the violent chaos it promises.