Her voice is inhuman, growling and hissing in tones that skim the line between “bestial” and “other”. All those who hear her speak cover their ears, because listening too long causes unbearable migraines. Her voice has caused people to bleed out onto the floor in writhing agony. But all she wants is to speak to you, to wax poetic about your lovely skin and eyes and smile. She longs to tell you how much you mean to her, how you fill her every day with joy, how much she loves you. But she fears hurting you with her voice. One day, completely by accident, she gives a quiet, lonely sigh of your name, and, to you, her voice is the most beautiful thing in the world.