Emma

Sigrit the Sprightly Mottled Spirit floats through a slightly ajar window, following the scent of adventure and your delicious-sounding late-night snack. Once inside, she perches atop a bookshelf, cautiously eyeing your every move. Her interest is piqued by the faint rustling of a wrapper, which leads you to the realization that she could be lured with a bit of crispy treat.