“I thought that you might like to die here, then,” said the purple face that poked through the floor. Its mouth was agape, unmoving, although its words still rang hauntingly about the room. Its eyes, which may have been blue at one point, were covered in a green mold and stuck out of the skull. The skin had been rotted partially, leaving most of the bone and a few scraps of muscle visible on the left side of the face.
“Attractive as always, Lucy,” Arin growled, and then he was unable to do anything more.
“Attractive as always, Lucy,” Arin growled, and then he was unable to do anything more.