"Don't just assume I'm out to get you", her serpentine voice sent shivers down my spine. "I don't enjoy killing". The shadow being paced back and forth down the dark hallway.
"How so? You are the personification of Suicide?", I replied, trying to hide my fear in a cloak of quizicality. Suicide stopped and slowly turned around, her crimson red eyes burned into my soul, making me cringe.
"It was far from my choice to be the one who ultimately determines the untimely death of those who are deathly depressed", she replied in a tone that sounded nearly human. I stared at her as she began to pace again.
"I was once a human girl, just like you. Well, a half-blood, but I lived through a fairly average childhood. My mother raised me, I never knew my father. It turns out my father was the original Suicide. A player, it seems. He spared Mother's life for sex.", Suicide looked at me again. I was shocked, her story was so....humanistic. She walked up to me, her evil red eyes matching up with mine.