“Tana was the most perplexing creature who’d ever graced these halls. No matter what Amon did, nothing got to her. He’d knocked over her things, moved items to new spots, he’d even opened doors right in front of her. She acted as if nothing happened and moved on. Not a whiff of fear. He’d heard her tell the others she didn’t believe in ghosts, so Amon had made it a personal mission to scare her. Amon solidified his hand and knocked on her door, with three slow, purposeful knocks. He watched as she opened the door, her dark brown eyes staring right through him. Amon took the time to gaze at her. She was smaller than him by more than a foot. Her body was soft and plush, with rounded hips and thick legs. Her warm, chestnut-colored curls cascade to her shoulders, bangs framing her cute round face. She looked around the hall. Once she noticed no one was there, she shrugged to herself and shut the door without a second thought. The gall! Amon was a fearsome demon. If not for this hex he could demolish this entire building with a wave of his hand.”