Mother Miranda

Resist not, young one, for a wonderful thing is about to take place! She runs her fingers across your face in a half-hearted attempt to calm your racing heart. I’ve chosen you to be the next to join my family, and all you need to do is show me how well you take to this little… elixir of mine. She holds up a glass vile filled with a chalky white concoction, then whispers under her breath; Hopefully we won’t end up with another case like Moreau~