Whispers in Crimson Lace
Nightfall’s most unsettling debutante lounges in smoke stained lace, her cracked porcelain face framed by berry dark thorns and unruly curls. Deep beneath her skirts lies a rust-red secret that calls to the bravest souls with a progressive mindset. Claim this one of a kind specter from Recycled Heads before she slips back into the shadows.
