Sorrow Yi was by now nearly at the Spiked Pit, though if she was being honest with herself she was dawdling a little in hopes of finding someone else to mess with.
She was nearly done changing now. Her age had regressed to 25, with only a couple years left before she had reached her final age. She was now undeniably Asian, Chinese to be exact. Her body was small and slight, her jagged black hair poking out of her hood on either side of her neck and falling down her chest.
Finally, Sorrow spotted her next target.
