Hera

When Hera was six, Nahr told her stories of ghouls, evil genies who could shape-shift.

The ghoul would lure you to its cave and consume you while you were still alive.

It would eat you from the inside out, leaving only your skin. Every so often, as it was devouring you, it would pause and laugh at you. Its laughter was sharper than its teeth.

“Do you want to scare me?” Hera says.

“I want to prepare you.”