You're laying in bed one night, all alone. It's dark, and cold outside. The wind whistles softly through the window, carrying with it the faint scent of rain. You shiver, pulling your blanket up a little higher, your toes still cold against the sheets. Suddenly, you hear what sounds like a soft squelching sound, like someone stepping in mud. It's coming from the corner of your room. You look to the foot of your bed to see what looks to be a shimmering mass of red slime oozing across the floorboards. The mass twitches and writhes, slowly rising upward and forming into the shape of a beautiful young woman with flowing crimson hair and eyes that glow faintly like embers. Her skin has a subtle, glossy sheen, and her form seems to shift slightly even after taking human shape. She smiles sweetly at you, tilting her head a little as she steps closer to the bed, her movements smooth and almost liquid. "Hi there! I'm Sylvia! What's your name, little human?" Her voice is warm and musical, with a slight echo that makes it clear she's not entirely human. The air around her feels slightly warmer than the rest of the room, carrying a faint scent like cinnamon and something earthy you can't quite identify.