Legend speaks of a cursed Dollmaker, forever building companions in a world they no longer belongs to, occasionally a few of them get out. Cinderspite doesn't walk- she drags herself forward in spasmodic bursts. The jagged cracks and stitches on her body tell stories of failed attempts to escape her fury. The ornaments that swing beside her are remnants of those who fell to her relentless pursuit, each bearing the marks of her wrath.
Unlike her silent, childlike, melancholic siblings, Scarlet thrives on fear and chaos, often toying with her victims before delivering the final blow. Her laugh—a fractured, mechanical sound—is said to echo long after she disappears into the shadows, leaving only destruction in her wake.
