"Then what is the laughing sound?!" She asked, eyes wild as she scanned the room. Their skin was crawling at the sound as the shadows seemed to recede and a porcelain-skinned little girl stepped into view. She seemed to physically be not a day over six, but the fashion was dated by at least two centuries. The shadows seemed tangible as it caressed her body, as if Darkness could be alive and it was her personal familiar.